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"The funeral was a little last minute apparently, but I hope it's not too casual." Arrow stated simply, voice clear and volume only slightly raised as to break into Vigenere's thinking, sitting down close by. There was no need to talk about how she was forced to hear the news of his death shortly after her revival, or the dread she felt when she found out Stryker had been responsible, or that she cried for the first time in ages. That wasn't important. It must have been a new kind of experience that words could never describe, standing there, looking at one's burial site. She knew what that was like, sort of. Arrow never did find where she had been buried after her demise. Surely one of the older sites, worn away by time and the elements, given how long ago it had been now.
The scarred cheetah clicked her tongue, trying to think of the words she wanted to use. There weren't many that felt right, this was no usual situation after all. "I get it, man. I do. At least you found something that looks like you, eh? Do you have any idea what it's like trying to walk on stilt legs the size of what you used to be?"
[align=right][sup][sup]template © tikki[/sup][/sup]The scarred cheetah clicked her tongue, trying to think of the words she wanted to use. There weren't many that felt right, this was no usual situation after all. "I get it, man. I do. At least you found something that looks like you, eh? Do you have any idea what it's like trying to walk on stilt legs the size of what you used to be?"