[He feels guilty. He feels a little foolish. Ryder wanted to enjoy things and they were just about to have fun. Now he's going and holding it up, holding her up, because he's giving attention to one of thousand corpses.
It's not that this body is special. It's the fact that it's not one in a pile. It's not an overwhelming task the way it would be to mind every dead soul on the street. He always feels like he should do something but knows he simply can't care for that many.
The living... the living came first. He had to care for the people still alive, the ones who needed it most. But when he could spare a minute? He wanted to do this too.
It's not much. It mostly involves laying the man outside, on green grass and under sky. It's no burial, but it's better than some closed-off room, like he died in. He bids the man to sleep well and leaves him.
He's back to Ryder a moment or two later, fidgeting with fingerless gloves, head ducked in embarrassment.]
Sorry... I know that... was weird... um... We still... good to go...?
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It's not that this body is special. It's the fact that it's not one in a pile. It's not an overwhelming task the way it would be to mind every dead soul on the street. He always feels like he should do something but knows he simply can't care for that many.
The living... the living came first. He had to care for the people still alive, the ones who needed it most. But when he could spare a minute? He wanted to do this too.
It's not much. It mostly involves laying the man outside, on green grass and under sky. It's no burial, but it's better than some closed-off room, like he died in. He bids the man to sleep well and leaves him.
He's back to Ryder a moment or two later, fidgeting with fingerless gloves, head ducked in embarrassment.]
Sorry... I know that... was weird... um... We still... good to go...?
[He tries to smile.]