[ Jacob watches with lines across his brow, uncertain about the reunion, whether they should be interfering, if something terrible will happen because of it. But strangely, despite how unreal all this should be, despite how his sense of logic rebels nothing... seems to happen. There's no sudden pain or attack, no horrible event that occurs when the dead women touch tentative hands, as guided by Lan Wangji.
Jacob is glad that it's the other man, frankly.
As for moving bones, that's something he feels he can do. Especially as he's not the one wearing a white dress. Who wears something like that to a graveyard? Pillock. ]
I saw a shovel back that way, I'll fetch it.
[And he does, without much difficulty. He doesn't know how deep people bury their dead here, but as long as neither of the sisters cares, he'll begin un-intering one from her final resting place.]
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Jacob is glad that it's the other man, frankly.
As for moving bones, that's something he feels he can do. Especially as he's not the one wearing a white dress. Who wears something like that to a graveyard? Pillock. ]
I saw a shovel back that way, I'll fetch it.
[And he does, without much difficulty. He doesn't know how deep people bury their dead here, but as long as neither of the sisters cares, he'll begin un-intering one from her final resting place.]
Do you want to see about those buttons?