Yeah? 's not just dirt. It's all kinds've stuff, look. [ as he lifts the cloth to gesture to a mossy sort of moldy area, letting emet come kneel down to look. ] Weeds, sun damage, water damage. Anything old starts to weather.
Doesn't mean you shouldn't take care of it, though.
[ though.. oh. thoughtful: ] Guess you wouldn't be, huh.
[ right! his star. ]
Well - come on then. [ he pat pats the ground! scooch closer. ] You're all about death, too. Might as well learn a little practical instead of just what you were reading.
[ weirdo vax lets him do this. keep your perrsonal space
for now ]
I didn't think so.
[ as vax turns back to his work, he continues to talk - his tone's slightly teaching, but this is actually something he does know quite a bit about, so the care is there. ] 's a memorial. When someone dies - if there's enough money, enough time - people will bury them, and then put a marker where their body rests. Their soul goes off to the afterlife, but the body stays behind.
vax glances at him, briefly, mouth curving up, though it's not really a happy smile. ]
... Well. Pyres, if there're enough people around to do them. 's the thing we see the most often over funerals with these and the like. [ he gently knocks his knuckles against the stone. ] Most practical on a battlefield.
Mm. [ the noise is agreeing, thoughtful, and vax shoots emet a sidelong glance. honestly... he's a little worried, for emet. the sort of reality of the world that they're in at the moment is vax's reality normally - it must be jarring, to just suddenly be surrounded by death that's not so gracious. in a way, he sort of gets it.
...
he shifts a little, moving to brush some of the dirt away from where the name would be. if he notices emet scooting in a little further, he doesn't say anything about it. ]
Even if there's a lot of it, death just is, yeah? It's just something people have to accept. For - I guess, for most worlds, anyway. 's just a part of life. [ something that vax really, really hard to learn to accept - as a paladin of the raven queen, now, though, he understands. with age, with time, (with death), comes wisdom. ] And for these sorts of things - they're for people to remember when the dead are gone, no matter how they left.
[ vax sets the cloth in his lap, and then gestures to a place on the tombstone - his fingers brush over the worn away letters. ] See? Look. Can't quite see it, now, but when this person was around, someone cared about 'em enough to make sure they were remembered. 's important.
It is still a part of our life, as well, simply a different one. We all accept it shall come to an end, but making that decision for ourselves does change the situation somewhat.
[he leans in to read the tombstone, though, even though the letters aren't quite legible-- reaching up to brush over them as well.
for a few moments, he stays quiet.]
So it seems they were. As you are doubtless remembered, as well.
[he mentioned a sister. of course family would remember, among others.]
vax thinks about vex'ahlia, he thinks about keyleth, all alone long after the rest are gone.
about vox machina, about his family.
...his fingers curl against the stone. ]
...I hope so. At least for a little while.
[ maybe that's selfish. maybe he'll be selfish, sometimes; maybe he'll visit them as a raven, when he gets the chance. maybe he'll watch over them all from a distance until he sees them all again, one by one. ]
I am certain that you shall be. You are quite difficult to be rid of, I believe.
[a small little quirk of a smile, there. he's seated right next to vax by now, though he has yet to reach out.]
...I do not know which of those I know will be going on first, when we begin to reach the fulfillment of our lives. But regardless of whether I am first or last, I am sure that we shall recall each other until the time for our own return comes.
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Yeah? 's not just dirt. It's all kinds've stuff, look. [ as he lifts the cloth to gesture to a mossy sort of moldy area, letting emet come kneel down to look. ] Weeds, sun damage, water damage. Anything old starts to weather.
Doesn't mean you shouldn't take care of it, though.
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the urge to scoot closer is there, but-- no, he's staying right where he is. absolutely not.]
Are you familiar with these, to be so concerned for their condition?
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[ though.. oh. thoughtful: ] Guess you wouldn't be, huh.
[ right! his star. ]
Well - come on then. [ he pat pats the ground! scooch closer. ] You're all about death, too. Might as well learn a little practical instead of just what you were reading.
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[he does Not scooch to where vax indicates; he just scoots slightly closer. no thanks. no closeness.
just wait tbh.]
We do not have these upon my star, no.
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for now ]
I didn't think so.
[ as vax turns back to his work, he continues to talk - his tone's slightly teaching, but this is actually something he does know quite a bit about, so the care is there. ] 's a memorial. When someone dies - if there's enough money, enough time - people will bury them, and then put a marker where their body rests. Their soul goes off to the afterlife, but the body stays behind.
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[he reaches out to brush a bit of moss off the gravestone, helping.]
And those without the time, or the... currency, I suppose; what becomes of them?
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vax glances at him, briefly, mouth curving up, though it's not really a happy smile. ]
... Well. Pyres, if there're enough people around to do them. 's the thing we see the most often over funerals with these and the like. [ he gently knocks his knuckles against the stone. ] Most practical on a battlefield.
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[he's quiet for a few moments, there.
then he unconsciously moves closer.]
It is still-- disquieting, to think of it on such a scale. To think of it as something which requires places such as this.
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Mm. [ the noise is agreeing, thoughtful, and vax shoots emet a sidelong glance. honestly... he's a little worried, for emet. the sort of reality of the world that they're in at the moment is vax's reality normally - it must be jarring, to just suddenly be surrounded by death that's not so gracious. in a way, he sort of gets it.
...
he shifts a little, moving to brush some of the dirt away from where the name would be. if he notices emet scooting in a little further, he doesn't say anything about it. ]
Even if there's a lot of it, death just is, yeah? It's just something people have to accept. For - I guess, for most worlds, anyway. 's just a part of life. [ something that vax really, really hard to learn to accept - as a paladin of the raven queen, now, though, he understands. with age, with time, (with death), comes wisdom. ] And for these sorts of things - they're for people to remember when the dead are gone, no matter how they left.
[ vax sets the cloth in his lap, and then gestures to a place on the tombstone - his fingers brush over the worn away letters. ] See? Look. Can't quite see it, now, but when this person was around, someone cared about 'em enough to make sure they were remembered. 's important.
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[he leans in to read the tombstone, though, even though the letters aren't quite legible-- reaching up to brush over them as well.
for a few moments, he stays quiet.]
So it seems they were. As you are doubtless remembered, as well.
[he mentioned a sister. of course family would remember, among others.]
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vax thinks about vex'ahlia, he thinks about keyleth, all alone long after the rest are gone.
about vox machina, about his family.
...his fingers curl against the stone. ]
...I hope so. At least for a little while.
[ maybe that's selfish. maybe he'll be selfish, sometimes; maybe he'll visit them as a raven, when he gets the chance. maybe he'll watch over them all from a distance until he sees them all again, one by one. ]
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[a small little quirk of a smile, there. he's seated right next to vax by now, though he has yet to reach out.]
...I do not know which of those I know will be going on first, when we begin to reach the fulfillment of our lives. But regardless of whether I am first or last, I am sure that we shall recall each other until the time for our own return comes.
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Make me sound like a piece of mold, why don't you.
[ but, he will be the one to reach out, leaning over to nudge his shoulder against emet's. it's a silent thank you. ]
's how you know you've got good people, I think. Remember the good, the bad - just remember em.
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...I intend to. They will be difficult people to forget.
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he pauses just briefly again in cleaning. ]
...Tell me about em?
[ might as well - and, he's curious, anyway. ]