[He knows the significance, knows what it means to have no one left to take a Speaker's remains. It means they died alone, with no one, and faded from history because there was no one there to remember the important things. No one to take the Speaker's name, their last story, their dying words. No one to remember where they were laid to rest at last. No one. No one.
Alone.
It's the worst feeling in the word, sometimes, to be alone. To die alone is even worse.
(She remembers the bloody blue scrap of fabric in the necromancer's basement. The way the sigil was built right into the floor to steal away her magic. The way he would change his vocal cadence when he talked to her, singsong syllables and thoughts in threes. Speaker tricks, to make things easier to remember. To make the things he said impossible to forget.)
She doesn't realize she's shaking until after she's already been at it a while, and when she tries to stop, it doesn't work very well.]
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[He knows the significance, knows what it means to have no one left to take a Speaker's remains. It means they died alone, with no one, and faded from history because there was no one there to remember the important things. No one to take the Speaker's name, their last story, their dying words. No one to remember where they were laid to rest at last. No one. No one.
Alone.
It's the worst feeling in the word, sometimes, to be alone. To die alone is even worse.
(She remembers the bloody blue scrap of fabric in the necromancer's basement. The way the sigil was built right into the floor to steal away her magic. The way he would change his vocal cadence when he talked to her, singsong syllables and thoughts in threes. Speaker tricks, to make things easier to remember. To make the things he said impossible to forget.)
She doesn't realize she's shaking until after she's already been at it a while, and when she tries to stop, it doesn't work very well.]
Not even you? You didn't...claim it.