014 ☺ Video ☺ Is it hard understanding I'm incomplete?

[moreincommon]

[The feed is dark, silent and empty until a hand strikes a match; the communicator is propped up to focus on three unlit votive candles on the chapel altar, Mark's voice narrating from offscreen.]

We've all been through some horrible things lately, things I'm sure we'd rather forget. But there are some things in Silent Hill that are worth remembering.

Zev Bellringer deserves to be remembered. [He touches the match to the wick of the first candle.] Dr. King Schultz deserves to be remembered. [He lights the second candle, blowing out the match after he does.] They were both our crewmates, fellow passengers who touched us, inmate and warden alike. Not all of us were close to them, but none of us are unaffected by their absence.

Everyone in Silent Hill deserves to be remembered, especially those we had to leave behind. [He lights the third candle off the second and places them in their neat, sturdy little row.]

Where I come from it's customary to honor those we've lost with a moment of silence and reflection. Please join me, if you'd like to.

[The feed records nothing but the three little candles burning in the darkness and silence for a full minute before cutting off.]

[OOC: Someone tell him about Kael'thas]

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[fridgetothefire]

[None of her victims ever had a memorial, she thinks. And now she's here for a shadowpuppet she refused to kill.]

Yeah. It's. They do.

[She takes a slow breath, holds up her damaged hands awkwardly.]

Would you mind lighting one for me? We didn't lose anyone in our party, but...there was someone there I couldn't save.

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[moreincommon]

[Plenty of victims don't, and plenty of victims never will. At least a few will get the recognition they deserve, today.

When Anya holds up her hands Mark frowns but nods, reaching into his (remarkably purse-like) bag to retrieve another candle.] Of course.

Would you like to say a few words?

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[fridgetothefire]

[It surprises her, and she isn't sure why. It's been a long time since she was part of any kind of ritual, really. She bows her head and shuts her eyes, but it's more defensive than serene, like she can't face and say it at the same time.]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I did to you, and what I couldn't do for you. I'm sorry I thought of you as an enemy, and a tool. I'm sorry I didn't let myself see them failing you. I was never all that different from them, but you were. You were kind and loyal and trapped, and you deserve so much more than you got. If I graduate, I promise I'm going to fix it.

[She takes a shaky breath, opens her eyes.]

Is that...will that do?