"No, I... can't really do anything." They cleared their throat from that bit of harsh truth and moved on. "Freina - well, we were all at the Fiat Lux Festival, and when those ice shards started flying... I didn't know it at the time, I'd lost track of her, but apparently she blew an ice shard off course enough to keep it from hitting her heart. Got her in the shoulder instead, but injured's better than dead. ...I didn't mean for that to rhyme."
"Oh, a gun! Mr. Sunjata told me about them. Sketched one for me, too. That looks much more like a gun than a bow." Their own memorial would have to be more generic, given that they hadn't know much about Herri, whom they'd decided to build for. They frowned at the materials thoughtfully and selected a piece of darker brown paper to begin with. "He said - Mr. Sunjata did - that he missed his guns, so I'm sure Adam will appreciate you remembering his gun."
"Oh, a gun! Mr. Sunjata told me about them. Sketched one for me, too. That looks much more like a gun than a bow." Their own memorial would have to be more generic, given that they hadn't know much about Herri, whom they'd decided to build for. They frowned at the materials thoughtfully and selected a piece of darker brown paper to begin with. "He said - Mr. Sunjata did - that he missed his guns, so I'm sure Adam will appreciate you remembering his gun."
