[ The blankets crumple to dust, the scene around them changing. Yet despite his words, Kirk doesn't look much better. He looks worse. A month, he says... a month of rationing food and no doubt ensuring all the younger children were fed first.
Xenk reaches down, placing a gentle hand on Kirk's shoulder. Truly, he does not know what else he can do for him. This memory is cruel. What Kirk suffered was cruel. Even if the girl hardly mattered in the scheme of things, she mattered to Kirk. That's enough for Xenk. ]
Her death was not your fault, James.
[ And yet Xenk still kneels down, his perfect clothes hitting the floor, as he takes Kirk's hands and folds them in the boy's lap. ]
Allow me.
[ His larger hands would do it faster. His vampiric strength makes quick work of matter of digging the tiny grave. Even with the rings on his hands and the gold of his clothes, Xenk does not mind this. He would do it for James. ]
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Xenk reaches down, placing a gentle hand on Kirk's shoulder. Truly, he does not know what else he can do for him. This memory is cruel. What Kirk suffered was cruel. Even if the girl hardly mattered in the scheme of things, she mattered to Kirk. That's enough for Xenk. ]
Her death was not your fault, James.
[ And yet Xenk still kneels down, his perfect clothes hitting the floor, as he takes Kirk's hands and folds them in the boy's lap. ]
Allow me.
[ His larger hands would do it faster. His vampiric strength makes quick work of matter of digging the tiny grave. Even with the rings on his hands and the gold of his clothes, Xenk does not mind this. He would do it for James. ]