and I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall
He's still not sure how he feels about Edy: his eyebrows rise in a fairly mild expression, but he's not sure what it's conveying, because he's not sure what's going on in his head. Or hers, for the matter. Oh, well.He can live with that.
It's too soon to figure anything out anyway.
(Too painful.) He's content to let them do the talking, though all of it goes over his head. Woosh. He stops the cart every once in a while, watching Edy cavort down the street and (rather disrespectfully, to be fair) help collect the pieces of their elder sisters and brothers and everything in between. Aamu's too tired to argue, just stooping to pick up whatever misses the cart, but for the most part she's got a good aim, and Isla finds she's lucky with not getting cut on sharp bits.
"I don't know," he says quietly, pulling the cart along. He thinks of Osozo, and every dead body in between here and there. It's a good thing they will not grow tired, because this will take a very, very long time. "It's not like it's anything for scavengers to take an interest in, but I can't imagine the Grounders would want to live hip-deep in crisp bodies, either."
Aamu shrugs. From behind doors and windows the locals shake their heads at the idea of giving the monsters any sort of respectful burial at all.
Edy, on the other hand, finds herself confronted by a small gang of children and teenagers: they're local Grounders, dirty and sooty and thin, pointing their accusing fingers at her. She is part of the reason the Grounds almost burned down. She and her kind. Did anyone even ask them for this? And who knows if all the monsters died, huh? HUH?!?! Good fucking job the Ascended did of butchering the Grounds!
Isla finds some interesting bits, if you want her to!
Edy does a decent job of chucking parts into the wagon, not hitting anyone else (yet...). She's also confronted by a bunch of kids. Oh no.
Aamu does a pretty decent job too
Aamu
