"We are burying Cynthia's husband as well as the other people that have died!"
"...I see."
"What do you mean I see!? You're coming with me!"
Gil almost pulled out his hair in frustration as Van just continued to nod his head nonchalantly.
"...Why do I need to be there?"
"Come on!" If Gil continued to talk to Van about this, he was sure that it would take him hours to convince him. And so, he did the most sensible thing to do, he grabbed his wrist and pulled him away.
"..."
Gil continued to drag Van out of the Village until they reached a part with a lot of stones… gravestones scattered equally everywhere. The two continued to walk deeper, however. And soon, they saw the new corpses lined up neatly on the ground.
The Locals and Prisoners were there, but were far away from each other for obvious reasons-- still, both were burying and paying their respects to their dead.
