[ It's a lot and before long, it's starting to feel fitting that he's seated on his own coffin. Garma listens fairly quietly with only a few clarification questions in between. He's been pale before but Angelo can definitely witness him going a few shades lighter until he's basically white as a sheet. His lip is shaking, but to his credit, he doesn't cry. Not yet, not here, not in front of a soldier, no matter how strange the situation may be.

He was the beginning of the end. Maybe it was merciful that he was the first to die, though it doesn't feel like it. His whole world, everyone he has ever loved, they all collapse into ashes after him until there is nothing left but tales and rumors.

Garma is silent for a long while after. There are many thoughts in his head, but they're fragments, unfinished little pieces of emotions that seem too large to fit into his frail body. ]

... my big brother Dozle... he was so excited when the baby was born. He was... he was going to do anything for Mineva and now--

[ And now he's dead. He's dead, dead, dead, and he'll never see her grow up and neither will Garma nor anyone and it's just... too much. He buries his face in his hands. ]