Sun Mote Copse and all the greedy souls just don't care to know

After placing the flowers Eljay stood back to admire the work. It was strange being here, but it was also good in some way. Perhaps in some way it made him feel as though he was processing it, but in another it felt as if all the grief just returned whenever he was here. It was a strange and delicate balance to exist in. As if he was in a whole different place for just a moment.

Eljay nodded when Weejay said that she thought they'd like it. Yeah, he said quietly and contemplatively at that. Eljay smiled at her words. He wasn't too sure where anyone went after they died. It was a nice thought that his parents were still looking at him and Weejay from somewhere, hoping they'd do good. He wasn't entirely sure what 'good' was -- it had always been a tricky thing to think about, and for the longest time Eljay had felt as though he was a big disappointment to his parents because he seemed to just make their life infinitely difficult -- but he supposed that he was trying his best, and couldn't do more than his best, anyway.

He was silent for the longest time before he eventually said: That's a nice thought. A soft smile rested on his face as he wondered when his daughter suddenly had become so grown up, and how wise she was and how proud he was of her.