Aramid looks at the small Pokemon who has decided to nestle theirself on his back. His brow furrows at the other's.... suggestion. He looks towards the ground, his gaze flicking to the grave and back. "My Tribe always buried are dead in graves that were close to each other. A metaphor for how close we were in life and death or something. And I had heard that those who died together or in battle would be buried together. So I.... they will all get their farewells and burial rites once they are all together."
Aramid goes quiet for a moment, staring down at several rolls of paper set down near him. More journals he had found in the cave, something to read and search through as he rests. But before he can them.... what the small Pokemon said, he starts to feel a weight in his chest.
"I don't beli-" He goes quiet again as his voice betrays what he tried to say. He keeps his head down, he can feel somethingstart to fall down his face. "I don't want them to still be here. It wouldn't be fair for them, if the stories are true about what happens to spirits when they die a terrifying or awful death then...
Then they would just be stuck here suffering their last day again and again for years! And many don't deserve that fate many might not even have wanted to-"
Aramid stops himself as his voice starts to crack. All Vesna would hear from him are several deep breathes as his body shudders with each. After what feels like minutes he finally speaks again. "Its better if they are gone. For their sake, not mine. I just want to find the truth about this and give it an end, even if its not what's deserved."
