The Leader followed in silence, pondering over what to say. He hadn't seen Lionel in many years... but what to say? It seemed pointless to ask about how his life had been, for surely it had been difficult. Still, the question burned within him, and so, he asked. "Lionel... How has your life been? It has not been too difficult, I hope?" There... He felt better now that he had asked. And if Lionel inquired the same of him, he would tell him, though he slightly hoped that the golden Hunter wouldn't...
Amazing? The little chick chirped in response. Oh, now she couldn't wait to see... whatever it was they were going to go see. She didn't understand death yet, and so she didn't know what a grave was or what sort of significance it held. Nor did she know the story of her mother, but surely she would learn once they had looked upon the grave. The Leader was just that sort of a person, to tell the story of a certain being or landmark.