[ burying the dead takes most of the day. by the time the sun tracks closer west, zokla's hands tremble from exhaustion. when she could no longer dig, she passed the shovel off to someone else and resumed her earlier task: cleaning and preparing the bodies.
here too people are uncomfortable with death. aside from surviving family who claimed the bodies, the task remained with her, the old woman and the boy who stayed. at one point, he sat down on the ground, more flowers in his lap, and started to cry. after a moment, she stopped what she was doing and sat next to him. neither said anything. zokla, her hand on his arm, let him cry until he stopped.
when they're finished, the old woman invites them back to their home. the boy agrees; it doesn't seem he has anyone to find anymore. zokla hangs back. she tips her head up, squinting against the glare. to inuyasha, ] What are you going to do?
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here too people are uncomfortable with death. aside from surviving family who claimed the bodies, the task remained with her, the old woman and the boy who stayed. at one point, he sat down on the ground, more flowers in his lap, and started to cry. after a moment, she stopped what she was doing and sat next to him. neither said anything. zokla, her hand on his arm, let him cry until he stopped.
when they're finished, the old woman invites them back to their home. the boy agrees; it doesn't seem he has anyone to find anymore. zokla hangs back. she tips her head up, squinting against the glare. to inuyasha, ] What are you going to do?