[ He just nods; preferring silence over words, as ever, when it comes to things like this.
While Valvatorez addresses Toki directly, he bows his head and speaks almost inaudibly, so his own words don't interfere with Valvatorez's. It's not a prayer, not in the conventional sense; it's not addressed to a god or higher power.
It is a reassurance to the dead. That they are still remembered, what little of them that remains left undisturbed, that they find no reason to wake from their final journey, their endless sleep, because they felt unloved or felt their task unfinished.
In speech and action, in song and silence, we preserve your history...
Remembrance is, after all, the burden - and blessing - of the living. Those who have moved onto the afterlife go, presumably, where those things no longer matter as they once did. ]
...in thought and in deed, in memory, you are held as you were.
May you always be content.
[ He finishes his litany and stands, looking to Valvatorez for further instruction. He doesn't have much else to say, it seems. ]
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While Valvatorez addresses Toki directly, he bows his head and speaks almost inaudibly, so his own words don't interfere with Valvatorez's. It's not a prayer, not in the conventional sense; it's not addressed to a god or higher power.
It is a reassurance to the dead. That they are still remembered, what little of them that remains left undisturbed, that they find no reason to wake from their final journey, their endless sleep, because they felt unloved or felt their task unfinished.
In speech and action, in song and silence, we preserve your history...
Remembrance is, after all, the burden - and blessing - of the living. Those who have moved onto the afterlife go, presumably, where those things no longer matter as they once did. ]
...in thought and in deed, in memory, you are held as you were.
May you always be content.
[ He finishes his litany and stands, looking to Valvatorez for further instruction. He doesn't have much else to say, it seems. ]