“I’ve put the word out to as many other Ghosts as I can,” Ghost says softly. “They’ll share it wherever they go. If his Ghost is anywhere out there, they’ll hear. Eventually. For now, that’s… all we can do.”
“For now.” Blaze reaches up to touch her tiny partner as he drifts closer to her. There’s time yet. Ghost is right. Still, she wouldn’t be so willing to settle down if she didn’t get the impression that Thor understands. Whether he sees it from the same angle as she does or not, they seem to be in accord. Questions of exactly how they’re going to handle what lies ahead can wait a while. Until what comes, comes.
There’s some relief in having that out in the open, for her. Blaze isn’t one to sit on an issue when it’s eating at her. With it settled, she takes more note of Thor’s weariness. She has no idea how long it’s been since he rested. Doesn’t know the half of what he’s been through these past few days. Months.
“If you need to rest here, or eat, you’re welcome,” she offers, though at that moment the door opens again, Jie carrying a small table into the room. He nods to them before setting it against the farthest wall and unslinging the pack at his back, setting out a small burner, sticks of pine kindling, candles, incense. He’ll set it all up as quietly as he can: a shrine both to the man they’ve lost and the man they hope for. Somewhere for Steve’s friends to nurture the hope smoldering yet.
There are words to be said, to Steve and for him. A vigil to begin. The service bots will bring chairs for those who wish to sit with him. Soon, as the sun rises higher, Blaze will have to leave a while and put their case to the Speaker, to Commander Zavala. Steve’s other friends will come to pay their respects: Lord Shaxx, his boisterous presence turned solemn; Tarana Parvin; a young doctor too shy to speak to anyone else there. The number of candles will grow, their light flickering over the walls, and the sweet scent of incense will twine with the fresh scent of burning pine. Steve may be dead, but he will not be forgotten. And he’s not going to be alone.
Beyond the great windows, the Traveler watches over them.
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I’ve put the word out to as many other Ghosts as I can,” Ghost says softly. “They’ll share it wherever they go. If his Ghost is anywhere out there, they’ll hear. Eventually. For now, that’s… all we can do.”“For now.” Blaze reaches up to touch her tiny partner as he drifts closer to her. There’s time yet. Ghost is right. Still, she wouldn’t be so willing to settle down if she didn’t get the impression that Thor understands. Whether he sees it from the same angle as she does or not, they seem to be in accord. Questions of exactly how they’re going to handle what lies ahead can wait a while. Until what comes, comes.
There’s some relief in having that out in the open, for her. Blaze isn’t one to sit on an issue when it’s eating at her. With it settled, she takes more note of Thor’s weariness. She has no idea how long it’s been since he rested. Doesn’t know the half of what he’s been through these past few days. Months.
“If you need to rest here, or eat, you’re welcome,” she offers, though at that moment the door opens again, Jie carrying a small table into the room. He nods to them before setting it against the farthest wall and unslinging the pack at his back, setting out a small burner, sticks of pine kindling, candles, incense. He’ll set it all up as quietly as he can: a shrine both to the man they’ve lost and the man they hope for. Somewhere for Steve’s friends to nurture the hope smoldering yet.
There are words to be said, to Steve and for him. A vigil to begin. The service bots will bring chairs for those who wish to sit with him. Soon, as the sun rises higher, Blaze will have to leave a while and put their case to the Speaker, to Commander Zavala. Steve’s other friends will come to pay their respects: Lord Shaxx, his boisterous presence turned solemn; Tarana Parvin; a young doctor too shy to speak to anyone else there. The number of candles will grow, their light flickering over the walls, and the sweet scent of incense will twine with the fresh scent of burning pine. Steve may be dead, but he will not be forgotten. And he’s not going to be alone.
Beyond the great windows, the Traveler watches over them.