[Somewhere in the midst of that, his head tilts to one side — as if tipping his ear toward a sound of uncertain origin. His fingers worry along the scraggly blades of grass at the edge of the blanket.]
He needed the peace. The fear was holding him still.
[They're all afraid. Almost everyone here, in one way or another. Afraid, mournful, uncertain. For now, that fear seems to hold them together, but it could become pain. That's why he stays. Even though she's gone.]
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He needed the peace. The fear was holding him still.
[They're all afraid. Almost everyone here, in one way or another. Afraid, mournful, uncertain. For now, that fear seems to hold them together, but it could become pain. That's why he stays. Even though she's gone.]