by ToxxicRenegadeAngel » 05/11/2012 8:15 PM
At least they had allowed her that small blessing, he thought. He knew what people thought of her, and was immensely grateful for the priest who had decided to allow her to have a decent burial. A pauper's funeral, admittedly, but it was a burial, as opposed to being left to rot on a junk pile in the streets. Though he knew the priest had only done it to make himself look generous in the public eye, Thire couldn't help but be grateful - it was the only kindness they had been shown, however tainted, and it meant a lot to him, even though he would never express it more than hanging his head and staying out of sight of the priest. He himself would never even receive a pauper's funeral, he knew - one more side effect of being branded a demon spawn - and he knew exactly what fate would await his body after he died.
"I remember who I was, who I've always been. Sometimes I forget I'm not that person any more."