Oh, those are some of the most lovely little flowers! If you were to find them anywhere, I would think that you would have the most luck in the flower field. Do avoid the graves, wont you?
[At the graveyard he begins searching the graves, looking for one in particular. Occasionally he throws a glance behind to make sure Alice is still behind him and not in a grave.
He stops when he reaches one maked "Zelda".]
Here goes notin'.
[Kevas kneels at the grave and tosses the flowers inside, before closing his eyes. Someone might think he's praying if that isn't so out of character for him. He waits at the edge of the grave...and waits...and waits. Finally he opens his eyes, giving up.]
[Alice comes up beside him and kneels, clutching her flower to her chest and mimicking his movements. She doesn't move until he does, though when he speaks, she risks a peep, and her face falls.]
Don't know. Calendah here be diffrent. Would haftah to try and match it up wid my own.
[Kevas' smile falls. He's good at lying, but it's a lot harder when you're doing it in front of someone you actually like.]
...No. Not here. Back home it would, but not here. Still, it be a good day fuh remembuhrin'. Long as joo do dat, den dey still be alive in some small way.
[It might sound like something someone might tell a child but it's something that he's always believed in.]
I had thought he was a dream - the very first time I had ever seen him I was so very young, six, perhaps seven, at the most. Everything was so very far-fetched that I had really thought them all a dream, and it wasn't until I was the age I am now and revisted Underland that I realized that they were, in fact, quite real.
[Alice comes to kneel next to him, hands in the dirt.]
She was one of da first I met on dis boat. More impuhtantly she was my liddle sistah.
[Kevas can't help but blame himself for this, as he does for just about everything. There must have been something he could have done to keep her here.]
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[She clings to her flower like it's a lifeline, and trails after him. Oh, she does so hope it works!]
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He stops when he reaches one maked "Zelda".]
Here goes notin'.
[Kevas kneels at the grave and tosses the flowers inside, before closing his eyes. Someone might think he's praying if that isn't so out of character for him. He waits at the edge of the grave...and waits...and waits. Finally he opens his eyes, giving up.]
Dammit.
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I was so hoping it'd work.
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It could still wuhk. Dis be done on da Day of da Dead.
[And normally it's not done with an empty grave.]
Maybe da spirits will be more responsive den.
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[She looks down at her flower, a little downcast. Alice isn't stupid.]
...
It won't work at all, will it?
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[Kevas' smile falls. He's good at lying, but it's a lot harder when you're doing it in front of someone you actually like.]
...No. Not here. Back home it would, but not here. Still, it be a good day fuh remembuhrin'. Long as joo do dat, den dey still be alive in some small way.
[It might sound like something someone might tell a child but it's something that he's always believed in.]
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[She pokes the marigold into her hair alongside the daisy.]
I forgot someone, once. When I remembered, I swore never to do it again.
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[Kevas steps next to the gravestone and begins tracing the name with his fingers.]
Least joo remembuh'd in da end. Some mons ain't be so lucky.
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I had thought he was a dream - the very first time I had ever seen him I was so very young, six, perhaps seven, at the most. Everything was so very far-fetched that I had really thought them all a dream, and it wasn't until I was the age I am now and revisted Underland that I realized that they were, in fact, quite real.
[Alice comes to kneel next to him, hands in the dirt.]
Who was she?
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[Kevas can't help but blame himself for this, as he does for just about everything. There must have been something he could have done to keep her here.]
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[Alice is entirely familiar with what it's like to have someone you care about leave.]
My Hatter was here once. The one I had forgotten but then remembered. And then he disappeared, just like that.
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[Kevas places a hand on her shoulder and gently squeezes. There's not much one can say when they loose a loved one.]
Want me to gaddah up some more marigolds fuh jah? Might not bring da mon back, but it might make a nice memorial fuh him.
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[He gets a faint smile.]
That would be terribly nice of you. I think he would quite like that, he did so like the color orange.
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[That opinion is a little biased though.]
All da more reason to do it den.
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[Watch out, she's talking about logic here.]
Then I will simply have to. [She pulls the flower out of her hair and looks at it.]
Perhaps some yellow flowers, too. He was fond of bright colors.
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