gathering dust in the hallways of death

[thepizzalord]

Harry doesn't speak more than necessary as he carefully marks off the pair of rooms with chalk and chips of ice. There's an uneasy vibe hanging over the entire Main Gauche, but at least the fighting has stopped. Unearthly, disembodied moans of pain can be heard almost everywhere, but Harry has been given those who will never speak again

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[samsara_dharma]

Karu has been moving from place to place, trying to help as much as she can through the ace in her chest. It hasn't been much - she's been able to say some words, direct a few people, and then she'd broken down shaking and sobbing in a corner.

She's on her feet again, moving forward because it's a good way to remind herself that she's alive, that life is still going on in the world around her.

She stops by the morgue, drawing up to Harry's side and looking in. So many dead. So many she could have been exposed to, for better or worse. Better for her, she supposes - she wouldn't have survived all those deaths. Worse for them.

"But even so you are mourning something unworthy of grief," she murmurs, more to herself than him. "You, I, and all these have always existed, will always exist. We are eternal souls."