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his ear flicked, bemused, as that expression crossed the woman's features. "vell, death comes for us all," he muttered toward the freshly turned earth, "but perhaps it begs the question: are ve entitled to be remembered after death?" an arch of his brow toward his companion as he awaited her answer.
mahler did not care for the remains; he had merely removed a potential contaminant. and what happened to the bones in the earth mattered nothing to him, but it had sparked a thought of his own mortality, and somehow he had found the ability to share that with this perfect stranger.