( The Knight is similarly okay with silence. Nothing to be heard but the wind blowing, ceaseless and lonely, rustling the bright flowers that dot the island.
There is a certain calm to it. Though the Knight found it unsettling when they arrived, the information they found later has made it clearer that this, too, is a kind of grave. That they have come to an island overgrown with the remains of the dead.
They are at peace in dead kingdoms, at least. That is something.
They keep cleaning, busily, glancing at the silent automaton now and then in what appears to be concern. They did sound distressed. But perhaps it's better, that they're not paying attention. Memories are painful things; they know that very well. )
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There is a certain calm to it. Though the Knight found it unsettling when they arrived, the information they found later has made it clearer that this, too, is a kind of grave. That they have come to an island overgrown with the remains of the dead.
They are at peace in dead kingdoms, at least. That is something.
They keep cleaning, busily, glancing at the silent automaton now and then in what appears to be concern. They did sound distressed. But perhaps it's better, that they're not paying attention. Memories are painful things; they know that very well. )