YOU'RE TEARING ME APART || Mini-meeting 5/21

[angelembrace]

The last day? Days? Whatever it was now, he was losing track of time, they were shaky, distant from him. A blur. The shift in leadership was sudden, and came with a bang, in a manner that could not, and would not be comparable to anything that could come after it. Even Stryker and Ninazu went out more peacefully than this, or so he heard. And despite Sojourn's complaints and rather rough reaction, for the life of him he simply could not commit himself to letting the dead fall to the depths of being forgotten. Not for any sentimental purpose, but he found himself suspicious of superstition, and he had grown a fondness for and connection with the dead, as macabre as it was. A curiosity. But he supposed even Sojourn had her wishes and deserved to keep them even in death, and if that was to let her memory fade away, so be it.

And yet?

From the other side of the gathered wanderers, Angel's sights were set on Ruven and Solsken, the only ones left that could carry her memory. Perhaps Ruven just a touch more, if only because he bore a body that reminded him more of the late Kingpin, and the vision stuck in his skull of the blood bending was hard to ignore. How ironic was it that Sojourn intentionally lead herself to the same fate as she swore her parents had done before her, though would not believe it was not their intention. "So many funerals." The jaguar murmured to himself, rubbing his face with a paw. But the shoutout was appreciated. So much work to do.

your little hands of paradise, give them here and hang on tight

— Reggan