[By the time she arrives, Clove has come and gone, and Gregor has cleared away a patch of grass and started to build a fire. That's the way these things work. One large fire instead of a little brazier, for the funeral offering. His mother guided his hands to light Emperor Ezar's funeral offering, and Cordelia did the same for his mother's.
He remembers watching the blaze and asking her, "Are they going to kill me, too?" He doesn't remember being afraid. He'd just wanted to know. Cordelia had held him to her side and told him she wouldn't let them.
For all those who died in the battle, it would take more space than he can clear and more dry wood than he can find to build a proper offering. Especially when you consider lives don't add as integers. Cordelia believes souls are immortal. By the time Ami arrives, he has done what he can.]
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Date: 2012-06-27 03:18 am (UTC)From:He remembers watching the blaze and asking her, "Are they going to kill me, too?" He doesn't remember being afraid. He'd just wanted to know. Cordelia had held him to her side and told him she wouldn't let them.
For all those who died in the battle, it would take more space than he can clear and more dry wood than he can find to build a proper offering. Especially when you consider lives don't add as integers. Cordelia believes souls are immortal. By the time Ami arrives, he has done what he can.]