[After the number of warnings he's received about them, Onni is hesitant to go into the newly opened areas of the city. That is, he's told, where all the strange, weird things happen, the creepy things he wants nothing to do with. Not that he'd had a choice the last time one of them had opened and done something weird - the Haunted House was a nightmare he's not glad to repeat anytime soon.
So he's restricted himself securely away from the new area, still wandering the two parks most frequently, enjoying the trees and plant life, enjoying being surrounded by nature, even if it's manicured nature. This is where he's been living, setting up camp under the trees and lighting his fire to cook and sleeping on his bedroll. But he doesn't often go to the cemetery or statue garden, not after seeing his sister's gravestone there when he'd first arrived. It has a bad feeling about it. So he's not sure why he's there today, other than curiosity to see if that gravestone is still there.
He's passing through the statue garden toward the cemetery when he runs into the blond man standing staring at a statue of something that appears to be not quite human, looking for all the world like he's just seen his first troll. Onni falls to a halt as the man asks him if it's a dream, and shakes his head.]
No. I thought that at first too! But it's not. This is real.
[A pause, and he looks at the statue again, uncertain what makes it so distressing for the man, uncertain why he's staring so blankly. Then he turns his attention back to the man, reaching out to take his shoulder and turn him away from it.]
If it bothers you, you should stop looking.
[Practical. Unsentimental. But he remembers how Tuuri's gravestone had made him feel - out of place, surreal, like something was very wrong, almost betrayed in a way. It's best not to look, if this man is feeling that way too.]
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So he's restricted himself securely away from the new area, still wandering the two parks most frequently, enjoying the trees and plant life, enjoying being surrounded by nature, even if it's manicured nature. This is where he's been living, setting up camp under the trees and lighting his fire to cook and sleeping on his bedroll. But he doesn't often go to the cemetery or statue garden, not after seeing his sister's gravestone there when he'd first arrived. It has a bad feeling about it. So he's not sure why he's there today, other than curiosity to see if that gravestone is still there.
He's passing through the statue garden toward the cemetery when he runs into the blond man standing staring at a statue of something that appears to be not quite human, looking for all the world like he's just seen his first troll. Onni falls to a halt as the man asks him if it's a dream, and shakes his head.]
No. I thought that at first too! But it's not. This is real.
[A pause, and he looks at the statue again, uncertain what makes it so distressing for the man, uncertain why he's staring so blankly. Then he turns his attention back to the man, reaching out to take his shoulder and turn him away from it.]
If it bothers you, you should stop looking.
[Practical. Unsentimental. But he remembers how Tuuri's gravestone had made him feel - out of place, surreal, like something was very wrong, almost betrayed in a way. It's best not to look, if this man is feeling that way too.]