[She steps up to stand behind him, putting her hands on his shoulders in consolation, even though her own disillusionment is all but palpable.]
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It's cruel to put something like this monument in a place like this.
[Whoever rules this afterlife seems to take enjoyment in cruelly mocking their eagerness for answers, and she feels taunted by invisible observers. Even so, there's a distinct thread of anger within the despondency - because of those higher powers' idle games, Daniil has had to suffer, and she finds that harder to forgive than having her own hopes dashed once again.]
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It's cruel to put something like this monument in a place like this.
[Whoever rules this afterlife seems to take enjoyment in cruelly mocking their eagerness for answers, and she feels taunted by invisible observers. Even so, there's a distinct thread of anger within the despondency - because of those higher powers' idle games, Daniil has had to suffer, and she finds that harder to forgive than having her own hopes dashed once again.]