[ hasn't stopped to think on it, to notice, really. but gwen rotates the more obvious flash — the eye, the scarves, the closet. the comb doesn't change.
mourning jewelry, then, one way or another. can't think they'd own something like that; a hank of woven hair, pressed flowers, maybe bone or a silhouette picture. that's what he remembers of home. anyone digging through ash would've picked the jewels out clean. so it's half a question, when he says: ]
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[ hasn't stopped to think on it, to notice, really. but gwen rotates the more obvious flash — the eye, the scarves, the closet. the comb doesn't change.
mourning jewelry, then, one way or another. can't think they'd own something like that; a hank of woven hair, pressed flowers, maybe bone or a silhouette picture. that's what he remembers of home. anyone digging through ash would've picked the jewels out clean. so it's half a question, when he says: ]
'S fine work.