[Onni's words hadn't really been directed at anyone, mostly because he hadn't realized there was anyone around. It was more addressed to the gods, who seem to enjoy making a mockery of him today, in this strange place. But he notices quickly that he's not alone, his senses well-attuned from several paranoid weeks in the Silent World, alone save for Tuuri's spirit. When he hears someone behind him, he whirls around, the fur of his cape whirling with him, and looks at the redheaded woman there with wide, red-rimmed eyes, his teeth grit, looking startled and yet still on the verge of tears.
Rather than being off-putting, the brusqueness of her explanation is soothing almost. It's straightforward, it doesn't play games, it answers his question openly and seemingly without holding back. Lifting a leather-gloved hand, he rubs roughly at his eyes and face, trying to hold the tears back, and shakes his head.]
It seems whatever gods run this place have a strange sense of humour then.
[It comes out glum, pessimistic, with an unmistakable edge of crankiness, the same edge that's on most everything he says. The sharp rush of grief is, at least, fading, and it's easier to hold back tears now. His voice is more stubborn than upset when he continues.]
What. Two people who recognize him??!!
Rather than being off-putting, the brusqueness of her explanation is soothing almost. It's straightforward, it doesn't play games, it answers his question openly and seemingly without holding back. Lifting a leather-gloved hand, he rubs roughly at his eyes and face, trying to hold the tears back, and shakes his head.]
It seems whatever gods run this place have a strange sense of humour then.
[It comes out glum, pessimistic, with an unmistakable edge of crankiness, the same edge that's on most everything he says. The sharp rush of grief is, at least, fading, and it's easier to hold back tears now. His voice is more stubborn than upset when he continues.]
I dropped off that headstone myself.