[Ronan reaches to take the shovel from Adam, letting out a long breath through his nose. He looks at the corpse in the hole then, his eyes downcast, before he moves to shovel the first bit of dirt- though he pauses after the shovel is buried, before leaning down to press a knee against the earth again.
It had Adam's face. It was going to trick him into doing something terrible, it was going to be cruel to him- but it was something that he easily could have dreamed on accident.
He reaches for the pile of dirt and slides his fingers around a small handful, before scattering it across the chest and stomach of the body in the makeshift grave. There's a part of him that's tempted to say something- a prayer, or just a gesture of goodwill, or anything- but he stays quiet, contemplative for a moment before hefting himself back up and beginning the process of shoveling dirt on it again.]
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[Ronan reaches to take the shovel from Adam, letting out a long breath through his nose. He looks at the corpse in the hole then, his eyes downcast, before he moves to shovel the first bit of dirt- though he pauses after the shovel is buried, before leaning down to press a knee against the earth again.
It had Adam's face. It was going to trick him into doing something terrible, it was going to be cruel to him- but it was something that he easily could have dreamed on accident.
He reaches for the pile of dirt and slides his fingers around a small handful, before scattering it across the chest and stomach of the body in the makeshift grave. There's a part of him that's tempted to say something- a prayer, or just a gesture of goodwill, or anything- but he stays quiet, contemplative for a moment before hefting himself back up and beginning the process of shoveling dirt on it again.]
Shouldn't take too long.