[The sound of footsteps is hardly distracting. People walk behind him, before him, around him. Some pause and frown at the shrine. Others hurry past as though stopping will bring down terrible retribution. He says nothing as they offer prayers and promise to walk the path.
It's when one of them addresses him that his ears prick. He lifts his brows and flattens them in a second, unwilling to reveal emotion.]
Wanda.
[He doesn't remember everything about his time here but he remembers her. What on earth can he say?]
no subject
It's when one of them addresses him that his ears prick. He lifts his brows and flattens them in a second, unwilling to reveal emotion.]
Wanda.
[He doesn't remember everything about his time here but he remembers her. What on earth can he say?]
You look well.
[Nailed it.]