[Are you ever just starting to feel the pressing guilt of "oh look, someone I could've saved if I hadn't been stupid days ago"? No? Well that's Elsword right now, but like usual, he has to dig through thirty layers of dirt to hit the emotional gold-mine. It's there, and it reminds him distantly of other failures he can recall if he strains.
He doesn't think he could get her outside for a proper burial. Or, perhaps more accurately, dying surrounded by things you once loved is maybe for the best. He wouldn't know.
Elsword sets aside what he's carrying for now to pull the blankets up over her entirely, biting his lip so not to make a sound, as if she'd wake up and say "just kidding" at a barely-restrained noise of pain.]
May Elria's Light carry you to Heaven.
[He thinks, at one point, it was a prayer Ain used to say. Maybe he's missing a few lines, but the meaning lingers.
Back into the hallway to investigate the other kids' rooms, he supposes.]
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He doesn't think he could get her outside for a proper burial. Or, perhaps more accurately, dying surrounded by things you once loved is maybe for the best. He wouldn't know.
Elsword sets aside what he's carrying for now to pull the blankets up over her entirely, biting his lip so not to make a sound, as if she'd wake up and say "just kidding" at a barely-restrained noise of pain.]
May Elria's Light carry you to Heaven.
[He thinks, at one point, it was a prayer Ain used to say. Maybe he's missing a few lines, but the meaning lingers.
Back into the hallway to investigate the other kids' rooms, he supposes.]