"There's a few people I feel the same about back home too." Mostly Skip, the poor bastard.
"Are... ghosts a docmented thing in your world? there's stories in mine but nothing like this," Dick guestures to the lanterns and glowing wreaths slowly floating into the sky. "Nothing that can been seen with our own eyes."
Re: hymn for the missing
"Are... ghosts a docmented thing in your world? there's stories in mine but nothing like this," Dick guestures to the lanterns and glowing wreaths slowly floating into the sky. "Nothing that can been seen with our own eyes."