@the-missingno-virus - Xaviric watches Red for a moment, before resting his hands in his pockets. He was quiet for a long while, and once he finally did speak, it was a steady, but gentle tone, "..Would you like help with the burial?" Xaviric paused, before adding "To honor them."
RED: “……”
“…another person?”
“It’s not… often that I get visitors.”
“………”
As he stands and turns to face the newcomer, his mask of apathy is fully back in place.
“I appreciate the offer. But there’s no need.”
He inclines his head towards the headless pile of bones on the ground. Already, it appears to be partially caved-in, corrupted pixels swarming it like flies. As they watch, the remains sink deeper into the ground as if surrounded by quicksand.
“The corruption takes care of its own.”
He looks away, gaze landing on the Venusaur skull.
It would be so easy to let it slip out of his arms. It feels lighter than before, as if the very air is corroding it, turning it hollow. It would sink so quietly into the ground. Disappear so quickly.
But…
The words seem to come to him easier than before.
“All I can do is hold on to the things that I can. And... that’s my best way of ‘honoring’ them.”
“I can’t expect anything here to stay unchanging. Only the past is concrete.”
“…I believe you understand that particularly well.”
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