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(It's hard to say whether they really are more pressing or not. The difference is more that they're other people's things as opposed to his own, which tends to make them seem more important as a matter of course.)
So it's weird and bittersweet and resonant, when he's got them in his hands — just three unassuming stones, easily carried around in a pocket or a bag, with names. Kakyoin Noriaki. Muhammad Abdul. Iggy. And a cherry blossom for each one, fallen warriors who like those blossoms bloomed bright and were gone too soon.
He buys a candle with his pocket change, fat and red and scented like pomegranate and cinnamon, and finds a quiet place to arrange his stones in a standing trio where it's dry and flat and secluded. With his lighter he lights the candle, and waits for the smoke to start to rise.
Asphodel. It's a flower for the dead, isn't it?]
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