[It's a bit odd for Hanna, not being home on the Day of the Dead. It messes up all his personal traditions...but he's fine with trying something new
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[Sorrow is tucked away in a corner of the graveyard, eyes focused on some point in front of him. He's cleaned up now, although he looks like he has been through the wringer -- his carved cheeks are sunken; his brow hangs heavy over his eyes; his hair has been smoothed back as best he can but is still unkempt. Hanna won't be able to see what he's looking at, but he appears to be talking to someone in a barely audible voice. After a moment, he notices Hanna there, and turns weary eyes toward the man for a moment. His left glasses lens is shattered, and a faint blue sheen ripples across his gaze as he speaks to whatever he sees next to him.]
You have a visitor...perhaps I will leave you to him.
[Sorrow watches Hanna for a moment -- the man was speaking to the stones, so does that mean he can see the spirits also? But Hanna doesn't have that focused look, the eyes locked onto empty air, the sense of interaction. He's talking to something, yes, but not to another voice. His expression turns to its usual rueful close-lipped smile, worn out, but still there.]
[ He considers not drawing attention to the fact that he's just posted this and allowing Hanna some privacy with his graves and his flowers. But eventually, a text comes through: ]
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You have a visitor...perhaps I will leave you to him.
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Pardon me. I did not intend to interrupt.
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I just thought it'd be nice to come down here, cuz of the day and all...
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HANNA?
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