[ They being whoever sent them here, of course. Against his better judgement, he approaches one of the gravestones and rubs at the ivy and moss, searching for anything legible.
He knows what to expect this time—the flash of a familiar name, and then it's gone after a blink. He pauses for just the fraction of a second, and then turns away from the stone with a huff, crossing his arms. ]
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[ They being whoever sent them here, of course. Against his better judgement, he approaches one of the gravestones and rubs at the ivy and moss, searching for anything legible.
He knows what to expect this time—the flash of a familiar name, and then it's gone after a blink. He pauses for just the fraction of a second, and then turns away from the stone with a huff, crossing his arms. ]
It gets old, seeing the same trick twice.