tw: suicide
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Yao Shen's head swims with the influx of new information going through it. He feels momentarily dizzy, on the verge of losing his footing, and then the scene around him solidifies and he sees a great willow tree, two stone tablets below its swaying branches.
"It's not right to bury him here," Tan Liansi says, looking mournfully at the two graves.
"They should remain together in death like they weren't able to in life," Xin Hulei says, his gaze shuttered and far away.
Tan Liansi frowns. "He was a demon, he should have been buried in-," she cuts herself off abruptly.
"In Modu?" Xin Hulei asks, without any malice.
Neither of them has gotten used to the idea that Modu is gone. Watching from behind the willow tree, feeling like an outsider prying into something intimate, Yao Shen wonders if they ever will.
