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trustfell2016-01-01 10:47 pm
openterrain) wrote in trustfell2016-01-01 10:47 pm
SENDOFF.
[ Does it ever stop?
Maybe not, but Jean doesn't actually have an issue with that. The immediately visible zombies have been taken care of and the group is ready for any others that might shamble their way. It's still the dead of the night as Jean moves about the town square, gathering up every last bit of dry wood he can find and building up the basis of what could become an impressive bonfire. Strangely, he leaves it unlit - or perhaps not so strangely, since it really should be time to move on.
Instead, Jean goes back - back into the school and through the hallways and down to the courtroom. He makes several side trips as he goes, gathering up rope and matches and spare blankets along the way. He's not particularly surprised to see that Kimblee's corpse has been a bit abused since they last left him, nor is he depressed or angry or pleased.
Kimblee got what he deserved.
Jean takes the time to carefully wrap Kimblee's corpse in the spare sheets and secure them with rope, more out of consideration for the more squeamish of his fellow survivors than any respect for Observant himself. Wrapping him up is pretty simple, luckily. Dragging him back up the stairs and all the way over to the bonfire is simple, but not easy. He's a big, heavy bastard as it turns out and the very first hints of dawn are glimmering on horizon by the time Jean finally gets him over to the bonfire. Unsurprisingly, Jean will happily accept any offers to help with the body moving process.
There's no pomp or ceremony to Kimblee's 'funeral'. There's no moment of silence, no carefully selected works, not even a few personal possessions tossed onto the pyre with their tormentor of the past two months. Jean simply kindles a few sparks at the base of pyre, and then steps back to watch the flames grow into a blaze and consume flesh and wood alike.
... He does take care to stand upwind of the pyre, however. Burning bodies aren't exactly a pleasant scent. ]
Maybe not, but Jean doesn't actually have an issue with that. The immediately visible zombies have been taken care of and the group is ready for any others that might shamble their way. It's still the dead of the night as Jean moves about the town square, gathering up every last bit of dry wood he can find and building up the basis of what could become an impressive bonfire. Strangely, he leaves it unlit - or perhaps not so strangely, since it really should be time to move on.
Instead, Jean goes back - back into the school and through the hallways and down to the courtroom. He makes several side trips as he goes, gathering up rope and matches and spare blankets along the way. He's not particularly surprised to see that Kimblee's corpse has been a bit abused since they last left him, nor is he depressed or angry or pleased.
Kimblee got what he deserved.
Jean takes the time to carefully wrap Kimblee's corpse in the spare sheets and secure them with rope, more out of consideration for the more squeamish of his fellow survivors than any respect for Observant himself. Wrapping him up is pretty simple, luckily. Dragging him back up the stairs and all the way over to the bonfire is simple, but not easy. He's a big, heavy bastard as it turns out and the very first hints of dawn are glimmering on horizon by the time Jean finally gets him over to the bonfire. Unsurprisingly, Jean will happily accept any offers to help with the body moving process.
There's no pomp or ceremony to Kimblee's 'funeral'. There's no moment of silence, no carefully selected works, not even a few personal possessions tossed onto the pyre with their tormentor of the past two months. Jean simply kindles a few sparks at the base of pyre, and then steps back to watch the flames grow into a blaze and consume flesh and wood alike.
... He does take care to stand upwind of the pyre, however. Burning bodies aren't exactly a pleasant scent. ]
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It's a lot...isn't it?
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...I was the King of Albion for twelve years. Before that, I spent my entire life preparing to become the King of Albion. This was the role I was supposed to take.
[Sovereign.]
I wonder what would have happened if things had turned out differently.
[Maybe he would still be a beloved ruler. It's the sort of thing he honestly can't even imagine because it's so far removed from what happened. What would he be like if things hadn't gone badly in Aurora?
...It's not really worth thinking about, is it?]
Perhaps it's strange, but I miss it. The final four years were horrible and I thought I hated it, but...
[But going back to that would be so much easier.]
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[Her mouth is incredibly dry.]
But, even though it's...almost impossible, I think...but you gotta try not to dwell on it. [...] Easier said than done, I know, but...you know- what matters is it's- it's all you've ever known. It's okay to miss it, but don't...don't wrap yourself up in what could've been.
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...I know. I know there isn't any point in dwelling on it and I try not to. But...
[Sovereign. Did Kimblee even know he wasn't the King of Albion? He doesn't know.]
I'll be fine. I always am.
[............when have you ever been fine, logan]
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[......I MEAN
Her eyes land on the cover of his book. His title.] Look, Kimblee was a big freakin' jerk.
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[Even though he could have only gotten that information from Logan himself, and apparently they remembered everything when they arrived, so... Why would he default to that when he's being tortured?
The answer is pretty obvious, isn't it.]
I don't know what to make of any of this.
[Because honestly, it's easier to just ignore it all.]
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It was what you really...
[...]
You don't have to deal with all of this right away. Especially not since it's...all this. But please, please don't just bury it all away.