"If they are think anything at all. But then you are given no choice, in believing in afterlife or not, da?" she said, glancing up at him. Natalya hadn't ever given it much thought. What happened after. Now, the notion that ghosts could exist, that people could hang on or still exist after death, in the aftermath of of so much of the planet's population dying in one fell blow... It was staggering, and not at all comforting. She slipped her hand back into her pocket and knelt brief, to brush away some creeping ferns from the front of one of the stones.
"Prostite menya," she told the dead men. Ahimsa rested the tip of her muzzle briefly on Natalya's shoulder. The former Spetsnaz stood and absently pet the wolf on the head.
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Date: 2011-09-18 06:42 am (UTC)"Prostite menya," she told the dead men. Ahimsa rested the tip of her muzzle briefly on Natalya's shoulder. The former Spetsnaz stood and absently pet the wolf on the head.
"This is all there is."