[Benjamin approaches Orpheus with the slow purpose of a pallbearer.
He doesn't say much, but he nods at the idea of getting something to shroud him with. When Orpheus steps aside, Benjamin drops down to one knee next to the Balladeer's body.
His throat is tight, heart seized up in his chest.]
We'll take care of you, my friend. You can rest now.
[He closes the Balladeer's sightless, staring eyes, and then looks closer at the fatal debris piercing his body, as he arranges the body carefully in a way to make it easier to lift.]
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He doesn't say much, but he nods at the idea of getting something to shroud him with. When Orpheus steps aside, Benjamin drops down to one knee next to the Balladeer's body.
His throat is tight, heart seized up in his chest.]
We'll take care of you, my friend. You can rest now.
[He closes the Balladeer's sightless, staring eyes, and then looks closer at the fatal debris piercing his body, as he arranges the body carefully in a way to make it easier to lift.]