[ The worn, on-edge weariness on Dimitri's face softens. ]
...I think I understand, yes. I'm sorry.
[ It's silly, because it doesn't change anything. Dead is dead. But a body is something you can say goodbye to. It's some tiny mote of control in a siege of loss: the dead aren't completely ripped from you, both body and soul. You can give them to the earth or to a flame. You can chose how to let them go.
He wishes these victims could be tended to by their loved ones, and not a pair of total strangers. But at least they can both sympathize. He studies the face of the body nearest to him. ]
And the dead deserve closure too. Though it's difficult when I do not know so much as their names. [ The corpses are wet and rotting enough that it'd be practically impossible to tell, even if he could recognize them.]
no worries!!
...I think I understand, yes. I'm sorry.
[ It's silly, because it doesn't change anything. Dead is dead. But a body is something you can say goodbye to. It's some tiny mote of control in a siege of loss: the dead aren't completely ripped from you, both body and soul. You can give them to the earth or to a flame. You can chose how to let them go.
He wishes these victims could be tended to by their loved ones, and not a pair of total strangers. But at least they can both sympathize. He studies the face of the body nearest to him. ]
And the dead deserve closure too. Though it's difficult when I do not know so much as their names. [ The corpses are wet and rotting enough that it'd be practically impossible to tell, even if he could recognize them.]