@darkxmagicxpriest || (start)
Mahad in his new form didn’t need to walk, he knew that. But he needed to step over here,see this for himself. See her, sweaty, hands lacerated and otherwise calloused just to try to get in, to get to his body.
“I had a feeling you’d be here…” he whispered, kneeling down next to her, but not touching the rocks, instead looking at them, examining them.
“You know that you won’t like what you see when you get to me, right?” He said, pointing to a rock that she seemingly hadn’t considered, as though to tell her to move that one instead.
She could recognize that voice anywhere. At first, Mana wasn’t sure if she was merely hallucinating -- a side effect of working for so long in the sun to reach her master -- or if he really was a ghost. Either way, she couldn’t bring herself to look at him just yet -- scared he may disappear and leave her alone again if she did.
“I don’t care...” Knowing it was her master who had joined her, it was a miracle she’d managed to get the words out of her mouth. As she reached for the stone he had pointed to, she gave a sniffle and tried to steady her voice.
“Someone has to do it; someone has to make sure you get the burial you deserve...” The stone was put aside and she reached for another; she wouldn’t stop until she could retrieve Mahad’s body.
“I wasn’t there to help you, so I have to help you now! I can’t make it right any other way!”