[The pause speaks volumes. Camille listens with a keen ear, half smiling by the end. Her turn already?]
Death — uh, Nehan — I heard he was a solid guy. It's pity I didn't get to form my own opinion, but I'll trust the word on the street.
Aventurine, well. He was a man of many charms, and a few mysteries to boot. Interesting guy. Funny sometimes, too.
And um, Boothill. [Oh boy.] I may have found him hard to believe, being so far out of my own reality. But he had a good heart. He was a gentleman. And I can appreciate that.
[She's heard worse eulogies, surely.
Anyway. Camille raises her cup to the air.]
Here's to the lot of you.
[She brings it down and tips it out, slow pour for the graves. Rest in peace, fellas.]
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Death — uh, Nehan — I heard he was a solid guy. It's pity I didn't get to form my own opinion, but I'll trust the word on the street.
Aventurine, well. He was a man of many charms, and a few mysteries to boot. Interesting guy. Funny sometimes, too.
And um, Boothill. [Oh boy.] I may have found him hard to believe, being so far out of my own reality. But he had a good heart. He was a gentleman. And I can appreciate that.
[She's heard worse eulogies, surely.
Anyway. Camille raises her cup to the air.]
Here's to the lot of you.
[She brings it down and tips it out, slow pour for the graves. Rest in peace, fellas.]