if it doesn't burn a little
”So I can just pour vodka down my throat?’ she says, teasing as always. If that worked, she’d be the healthiest woman in the world probably. Okay fine, she didn’t drink that much, but she drank enough that she’d be up there.
She pauses for a moment, uncertain. ”I don’t know,” she finally says after a long moment. ”She was not actually from here. I’m not sure if it would be better to do something that she would have done, if she were still in the Grounds. Though she belonged here, in a way, so perhaps? Perhaps something small and simple for her.” At least it would be a way to honor her, a way to say goodbye.
She shifts slightly, watching as he settles in against another wall. They could sit, she supposes, but that feels wrong. It feels wrong that they are still in this room, talking about life that keeps going on even as Maea is gone, and yet she is thankful for the easy conversation between them. ”I have helped with far more than I care to count. Many people in the town will help for each funeral we have, and we have too many here.” She pauses for a moment, images of the town coming together for everyone who passed flitting through her mind. ”I have only been responsible for two, those being my parents.”
She pauses for a moment, uncertain. ”I don’t know,” she finally says after a long moment. ”She was not actually from here. I’m not sure if it would be better to do something that she would have done, if she were still in the Grounds. Though she belonged here, in a way, so perhaps? Perhaps something small and simple for her.” At least it would be a way to honor her, a way to say goodbye.
She shifts slightly, watching as he settles in against another wall. They could sit, she supposes, but that feels wrong. It feels wrong that they are still in this room, talking about life that keeps going on even as Maea is gone, and yet she is thankful for the easy conversation between them. ”I have helped with far more than I care to count. Many people in the town will help for each funeral we have, and we have too many here.” She pauses for a moment, images of the town coming together for everyone who passed flitting through her mind. ”I have only been responsible for two, those being my parents.”
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
