[ The Knight thinks for a long moment, trying to put what they mean into a form their friend might understand.
you remember them
so they are here
They lean forward, placing their hand on the Drifter's head in an almost comical imitation of what the Drifter had done for them, once. It's a light touch, and then they withdraw.
It is something they feel more keenly than they can coherently explain. They were gifted another's rage, surged with the power of a void united. So many ghosts, so many memories, carried within them. All things want to be remembered.
Do they need permission, somehow?
OK
to mourn
They don't know the exact circumstances. They don't want to press too much. But if the Drifter was so affected, surely it's all right.
(It is a strange contrast, to have this joyful revelry around them both, while they communicate about something much heavier.)
the dead like it
when they are remembered
And that's a tad creepy but ok child you do you. ]
no subject
you remember them
so they are here
They lean forward, placing their hand on the Drifter's head in an almost comical imitation of what the Drifter had done for them, once. It's a light touch, and then they withdraw.
It is something they feel more keenly than they can coherently explain. They were gifted another's rage, surged with the power of a void united. So many ghosts, so many memories, carried within them. All things want to be remembered.
Do they need permission, somehow?
OK
to mourn
They don't know the exact circumstances. They don't want to press too much. But if the Drifter was so affected, surely it's all right.
(It is a strange contrast, to have this joyful revelry around them both, while they communicate about something much heavier.)
the dead like it
when they are remembered
And that's a tad creepy but ok child you do you. ]