[Celehar folds his hands, considering the state of them as he chooses his words carefully, the fabric of his long black coat swallowing him.]
The dying live through the pain and the suffering that leads to their death - sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly. But when they are gone, it is those left behind who carry that pain, still.
[He sighs.]
It is perhaps not fair. But it is dying - and we are still dying, in a way. And a burden borne for a friend... perhaps it is not so heavy as the one we must carry ourselves.
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[Celehar folds his hands, considering the state of them as he chooses his words carefully, the fabric of his long black coat swallowing him.]
The dying live through the pain and the suffering that leads to their death - sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly. But when they are gone, it is those left behind who carry that pain, still.
[He sighs.]
It is perhaps not fair. But it is dying - and we are still dying, in a way. And a burden borne for a friend... perhaps it is not so heavy as the one we must carry ourselves.