06-04-2018, 11:36 AM
“[color=black]Cool vase.” Radeken didn’t really want to be here, but she made herself do it anyway. Spite had almost prevebted her from showing up, and now spite would make her stick through it. Bet I could’ve helped him. It wasn’t thought in a regretful sense and no kind of shame simmered in the back of her mind at the thought. It was just a selfish observation on her behalf.
She sniffed. The air smelled nice, but she was more curious about whether there were any snacks. Did memorials have snacks? Nobody seemed to be eating...Radeken cleared her throat. “[color=black]I’m sorry for your loss, Roy. For the Ascendants’ loss.” Because that was the right thing to say right now, wasn’t it? “[color=black]I’m sure he’s, um, having a grand old time. Wherever he is.” She added in a low, uncertain voice. This was rough to navigate.
She sniffed. The air smelled nice, but she was more curious about whether there were any snacks. Did memorials have snacks? Nobody seemed to be eating...Radeken cleared her throat. “[color=black]I’m sorry for your loss, Roy. For the Ascendants’ loss.” Because that was the right thing to say right now, wasn’t it? “[color=black]I’m sure he’s, um, having a grand old time. Wherever he is.” She added in a low, uncertain voice. This was rough to navigate.