[ there is no comfort. nor resolution. that has been a truth she has held for years. even the gods here stand back, following the threads of a tapestry only they can see. if they wish something done, they must all do it themselves.
but stabbing the ground is fucking great.
she takes the shovel without a word. never has she had to use a shovel, not even held one. the dead she came across she didn't bury. she didn't have the time. she didn't have the privilege. when she could, she took what was useful and then kept walking. most of the time she only watched them fall. to stop would have meant her own death.
she thinks of them. she thinks of the victims here. the sound of the shovel striking the earth is a different name each time.
ser gregor. dunsen. raff the sweetling. ser ilyn. ser meryn. queen cersei. ]
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but stabbing the ground is fucking great.
she takes the shovel without a word. never has she had to use a shovel, not even held one. the dead she came across she didn't bury. she didn't have the time. she didn't have the privilege. when she could, she took what was useful and then kept walking. most of the time she only watched them fall. to stop would have meant her own death.
she thinks of them. she thinks of the victims here. the sound of the shovel striking the earth is a different name each time.
ser gregor. dunsen. raff the sweetling. ser ilyn. ser meryn. queen cersei. ]