The service was held in a small chapel on the outskirts of the city. Nothing fancy, nothing even all that official considering that the Agency itself wasn't involved in his particular event.
Dolf... had not wanted to do this on his own, so he was clinging pretty tightly to Cally's hand right now.
He'd always had to do this alone before, with people who didn't quite understand funeral tradition the way he did. Not having to do it that way... made things easier.
To say that Cally understood funeral tradition the way Dolf did would be vastly overstating the case, but loss and the respect for it, the need to remember and say goodbye, she knew well. More importantly, perhaps, she understood by now the helplessness and self-blame that Dolf was feeling.
Which is why she was there no matter how out of place she herself felt, and squeezed his hand back.
"We seem to keep showing up to funerals," Dolf said. As far as attempts to lift the mood went, it was kind of sad, especially since he couldn't drum up the humor to sell the statement.
Re: The Speakingglacial_witchMay 12 2011, 17:15:47 UTC
At Hilshire's nod, Karla stepped forward, her computer in her hands. "Ender sent me this when he heard about Triela's passing," she said in a low voice. "It was something he'd done on her behalf. He asked that it be played for us all now."
She felt like she should say more, give a better introduction, but words were hardly her friends right now. Instead she just set the laptop down, clicked on the file, and stepped back to watch.
Re: The Speakingglacial_witchMay 12 2011, 17:17:00 UTC
The image that greeted them as soon as the tape started playing was of Ender, sitting in a chair in the Skywalker apartment on Coruscant. He looked thoughtful, his arms resting on his knees, leaning neither forward nor backward
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Re: The Speakingglacial_witchMay 12 2011, 17:17:25 UTC
"But Hilshire would never quite let go. How could he? He found her when she was twelve years old, broken and bleeding in ways no human being could endure. He could never forget the pain he had seen there, never quite stopped striving to make sure that at least for her, it was gone. At the time, he did the only thing he felt he could do, because to let her die would be unforgivable, and her trauma made it impossible to find another solution so quickly."
"He took her to the Agency, where they remade her, washed the past from her mind and put her to use. It was at heart an emotional decision. A human one, taken for the same reason why so many of you have spent the past few months working so hard to help Triela. To give her a chance. To give her time. To give hope, that maybe her life could be drawn out just a little longer. To wring the last drop of survival out of it all
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Raven still hadn't heard from Jono, and after this morning she made the decision to teleport over to his dimension to find out why he'd left without saying goodbye, and more importantly, to get some comforting hugs. But she stopped by the table first to get her gift from Triela, though she didn't feel she deserved it.
Triela had discarded dozens of ideas regarding what to leave Raven and eventually settled on simplicity. There was a small box containing a pair of small ruby stud earrings. And a carefully folded note.
Thank you for trying. Even if we didn't always agree, knowing you cared about me meant a lot.
It would likely depend on who. The guest-list would pretty intentionally be kept small to keep things intimate, but Hilshire wouldn't be unreasonable about guests.
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He'd always had to do this alone before, with people who didn't quite understand funeral tradition the way he did. Not having to do it that way... made things easier.
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Which is why she was there no matter how out of place she herself felt, and squeezed his hand back.
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It just kind of... flopped.
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Dinah was trying not to give him a 'Seriously?' look, but had to put her hand over her eyes at one point.
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She felt like she should say more, give a better introduction, but words were hardly her friends right now. Instead she just set the laptop down, clicked on the file, and stepped back to watch.
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"He took her to the Agency, where they remade her, washed the past from her mind and put her to use. It was at heart an emotional decision. A human one, taken for the same reason why so many of you have spent the past few months working so hard to help Triela. To give her a chance. To give her time. To give hope, that maybe her life could be drawn out just a little longer. To wring the last drop of survival out of it all ( ... )
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Thank you for trying. Even if we didn't always agree, knowing you cared about me meant a lot.
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He was curious to see what she had left for him, his gift on the table.
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*emotionally drained*
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