[ yi sang paints a picture with his words. hong lu looks. and then, because he is hong lu, he closes his eyes so that he can better see. a cliff with an unseen flower in full bloom, a grave, the scent of that flower cloying like a funeral shroud. in truth, hong lu doesn't at all know what yi sang means. he has never seen an unseen flower in bloom, has never smelled its scent. has only ever seen the petals of the spicebush as it descended.
hong lu has never dug a grave. the soil must be cool to the touch. it must be large enough for a single person. perhaps it can be large enough for two. ]
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hong lu has never dug a grave. the soil must be cool to the touch. it must be large enough for a single person. perhaps it can be large enough for two. ]
Do you want me to bury you in a grave, Yi Sang?