[ Dressing bodies is a |ost art. Tro||s embe||ished in the pa|ettes of their quadrants, yet a|| their worth appears to be in memory and never afforded in body; dumped and forgotten in some pi|e to be p|undered. ]
i'm uh. i'm a¢tually a mortuary a$$i$tant. and. yeah. i never u$ed to think mu¢h of it, but. working with the embalmer'$ been kinda eye opening. giving people $ome dignity in death. it feel$ meaningful. even if it'$ more for the living than the dead
[ For the amount of waxing poetic tro||s, particu|ar|y the aff|uent and hubristic, c|aim over their quadrant mates, they can't seem to observe their death with equa| pomp as they did when they are |iving. What worth do we have with each other, I wonder. I commend you for your work. ]
Dꨄ︎ yꨄ︎u have a persꨄ︎nal experience tꨄ︎ this ꨄ︎f yꨄ︎ur ꨄ︎wn?
[ When my matesprit passed, I did ho|d ceremony for him and appraised his bones for my keeping. I have yet to see such ritua| for any such e|se, save for po|itica| forma|ities and observab|e ho|idays for our f|eet troops. ]
A lꨄ︎ve that reflects even after death. That's sꨄ︎ inspiring ^///^. Messiahs give praise yꨄ︎u have enlightened me tꨄ︎ further expressiꨄ︎ns ꨄ︎f lꨄ︎ve. Thank yꨄ︎u!