He's only been to a few and anyway, it's not as if they're supposed to be pleasant. But that's the one thing that keeps nagging at the back of his mind, a desire to be anywhere but here, at the edge of the service, watching this nameless dead child being buried. But of course he can't run off. After helping with the clean up and with digging the graves, it feels as though he has a duty to see this through. As though it will help to make up, in some small, futile way, for having arrived too late in the first place.
So he stands there, watching everyone else in silence, and tries not to shiver. The fur on his arms is cold and damp; it took him a while to rinse the blood and dirt off.
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Date: 2016-02-18 03:53 am (UTC)He's only been to a few and anyway, it's not as if they're supposed to be pleasant. But that's the one thing that keeps nagging at the back of his mind, a desire to be anywhere but here, at the edge of the service, watching this nameless dead child being buried. But of course he can't run off. After helping with the clean up and with digging the graves, it feels as though he has a duty to see this through. As though it will help to make up, in some small, futile way, for having arrived too late in the first place.
So he stands there, watching everyone else in silence, and tries not to shiver. The fur on his arms is cold and damp; it took him a while to rinse the blood and dirt off.