...Before I came here, my home was a graveyard. I buried them, tended to them. It's a nice reminder. I was pretty fond of some of the old families we had resting in my care.
Maybe not here in the prism, but where I'm from, the world is old enough, and full of enough people that there aren't many patch of dirt out there that someone wasn't buried underneath, long ago. A person, an animal, but something that nourished the soil and make it fertile.
... Now that I think about it, it's likely not just your world. Over two thousand years is a very long time for no one to drop dead where you're standing.
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[What if she just doesn't answer that? Nogiku looks up at the trees, blatantly changing the subject.]
... So... You said this place reminded you of your home?
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It does. The trees, the flowers. Nature. The graves, too.
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...Before I came here, my home was a graveyard. I buried them, tended to them. It's a nice reminder. I was pretty fond of some of the old families we had resting in my care.
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[are they?]
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Because you dig holes and fill them with dirt...?
[hello???]
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[he shakes his head.]
Maybe not here in the prism, but where I'm from, the world is old enough, and full of enough people that there aren't many patch of dirt out there that someone wasn't buried underneath, long ago. A person, an animal, but something that nourished the soil and make it fertile.
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[Shale, your DnD class...]
... Now that I think about it, it's likely not just your world. Over two thousand years is a very long time for no one to drop dead where you're standing.
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Yeah. Any garden you tend to, there's a part of it that used to be somebody else. It's nice.