[Brook pauses, caught. He meant to leave before she noticed him, having had no intention to intrude on someone's prayers. It gives him a weird feeling, seeing that... faith, or whatever. That show of respect for people long gone, if they were ever actually here in the first place--if this graveyard isn't just for show.

He certainly hasn't come here with such a purpose. He hasn't come here purposefully at all, he just took a wrong turn. Now it seems he's being asked to make conversation. Truly, his existence is a misery.

Still, he makes a go at it.]

Is it? I mean...

[He scans the cemetery, trying to see its age and disrepair through her eyes. He never paid it much mind before. Is it sad?

Feeling ill-equipped to answer, Brook shrugs at her.]

The whole city's empty, basically. Nobody here's actually from here. So there's no one to take care of the graves. Or no one with a reason to, I guess.