[Jacopo... You are such a funny contradictory little guy. His head cants a little, and the simply says:]
It's your home, after all; I trust you to guide the way.
[To know what there is to see, to not lead him toward some wildass danger or anything of the sort... Even if he'd likely be able to handle it, he'd prefer not to be ambushed.
To the cemetery they GO... The spectre catches his attention for the second it's there and gone, and his brow furrows for a moment, but he chooses to set it aside and not think about it overly-much, as with many things. Instead, he pays attention to the tombstones and the differences in the types. Walking from quiet grave to quiet grave in this manicured patch of grass leaves him quieted, himself.
He pauses in front of one with carvings of beautiful flowers, folding his hands together in a gesture that borders on something anxious, or at least discomforted. Unhappy, in some way, brief and fleeting as the feeling is.]
...As you can likely imagine, there are an abundance of graves in my home. Many are left to ruin, though. Surviving relatives don't often survive for very long, and those that do...
[Well. They only do so because they become Relivers, and often lose any love or care that would have driven them to tend to a grave plot, anyway.]
[ It is the human condition. There aren't a lot of predators aside from foxes, boars, and vipers in modern Sicily, I think... But back in the day there used to be wolves, but that is not something Jacopo would have in his perfect dream world where nothing bad ever happens.
The cemetery does look like it's well taken care of, even though there doesn't seem to be anyone in sight in comparison to the little town nearby. Jacopo gives the site a survey with his arms crossed. ]
It used to be common to let peasantry rot on the streets, so burials and remembrance were rare in that case.
[ Still, Relivers. ]
I don't condemn them those who move on. Living is for those alive, but... Memories should inspire something.
[ And he is guessing Relivers feel not much for those memories aside from how they make them closer to whole. ]
[Jacopo said no natural predators in MY little slice of delusion. Lucas looks back over toward him as he surveys the place, his hands folded neatly and primly together.]
An unfortunate thing. [Quietly but not with too much judgment, considering people also just kind of keeled over in public in his home too and were mostly dealt with not out of respect for human dignity, but just because they're a small island without a lot of real estate and couldn't just have bodies stacking up.
The rest, though... He at least agrees that memories should inspire something, and sighs, the sound of it soft enough to be lost.]
They should, yes. It's just tragic, otherwise. People should be able to live their lives while keeping hold of at least a part of those who have left them, I'm whatever way that piece may manifest, or however they may choose to carry it.
[Moving on, as a concept on a whole, feels like an impossibility - but he supposes he could spare judgment from those who do, depending on how they do it. Just don't be Relivers about it, damn.]
[ Relivers were once people who made choices, weren't they? They chose to let go in the most extreme ways. Jacopo isn't sure if he would follow that path if given to him... Only because even with strong opinions and ideals, one could bend under desperation. Humans are amenable and malleable.
Still, it's too much to consider being a walking ghost of who you used to be, but he supposes he was that once. A smile randomly forms because he thinks he tires of heavy topics. ]
[And SOME PEOPLE choose to THROW AWAY THEIR ETERNAL SOUL and become DEMONS but it's fine, he's not judging, except for when he does.
He isn't exactly a fan of lingering overly-long on the various implications of Relivers and what the 50/50 split toward sacrificing a soul for longevity means for the fabric of humanity itself, though. When the shift in topic comes, he turns with it easily.]
Who is the dutiful keeper...? It does look very well-maintained, so I can only imagine they take on the duty with sincerity and dedication.
[ From what Nier Automata and Final Fantasy 14 told me, they become less and less human to the point they can function on free will anymore. Sometimes, you act upon data and once you set a goal, there is nothing left so you must prolong your achievement as long as possible so you and your people can function.
Suddenly, his expression is flat as he gives Lucas such an incredulous expression. ]
[I SEE. Dire and tragic. Lucas would point at these findings and be like "see" as he shoves his serial killing under a carpet.
He just looks back, though, blinking like the innocent little lamb he is... DON'T LOOK AT HIM INCREDULOUSLY YOU STUPID FRUIT THIS IS YOUR HALLUCINATORY WHEAT FIELDS HOUSE.]
Just because he made it, doesn't mean he's entirely aware of where things come from or why they're here? So much in Fata Morgana happens because it happens. ]
Do I look like I should know? I'm a resident like the rest.
That's fair though, so much happens everywhere simply because it happens. Perhaps even moreso in weird afterlife limbo situations. Whatever the hell is going on here. Lucas looks out toward the tidy lawn and then back to Jacopo with a little quirk of something amused in his expression.]
You've never been a little curious, or wanted to find out? I think I should like to meet a person who would tend to so many graves so kindly.
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It's your home, after all; I trust you to guide the way.
[To know what there is to see, to not lead him toward some wildass danger or anything of the sort... Even if he'd likely be able to handle it, he'd prefer not to be ambushed.
To the cemetery they GO... The spectre catches his attention for the second it's there and gone, and his brow furrows for a moment, but he chooses to set it aside and not think about it overly-much, as with many things. Instead, he pays attention to the tombstones and the differences in the types. Walking from quiet grave to quiet grave in this manicured patch of grass leaves him quieted, himself.
He pauses in front of one with carvings of beautiful flowers, folding his hands together in a gesture that borders on something anxious, or at least discomforted. Unhappy, in some way, brief and fleeting as the feeling is.]
...As you can likely imagine, there are an abundance of graves in my home. Many are left to ruin, though. Surviving relatives don't often survive for very long, and those that do...
[Well. They only do so because they become Relivers, and often lose any love or care that would have driven them to tend to a grave plot, anyway.]
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The cemetery does look like it's well taken care of, even though there doesn't seem to be anyone in sight in comparison to the little town nearby. Jacopo gives the site a survey with his arms crossed. ]
It used to be common to let peasantry rot on the streets, so burials and remembrance were rare in that case.
[ Still, Relivers. ]
I don't condemn them those who move on. Living is for those alive, but... Memories should inspire something.
[ And he is guessing Relivers feel not much for those memories aside from how they make them closer to whole. ]
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An unfortunate thing. [Quietly but not with too much judgment, considering people also just kind of keeled over in public in his home too and were mostly dealt with not out of respect for human dignity, but just because they're a small island without a lot of real estate and couldn't just have bodies stacking up.
The rest, though... He at least agrees that memories should inspire something, and sighs, the sound of it soft enough to be lost.]
They should, yes. It's just tragic, otherwise. People should be able to live their lives while keeping hold of at least a part of those who have left them, I'm whatever way that piece may manifest, or however they may choose to carry it.
[Moving on, as a concept on a whole, feels like an impossibility - but he supposes he could spare judgment from those who do, depending on how they do it. Just don't be Relivers about it, damn.]
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It's about choice in the end.
[ Relivers were once people who made choices, weren't they? They chose to let go in the most extreme ways. Jacopo isn't sure if he would follow that path if given to him... Only because even with strong opinions and ideals, one could bend under desperation. Humans are amenable and malleable.
Still, it's too much to consider being a walking ghost of who you used to be, but he supposes he was that once. A smile randomly forms because he thinks he tires of heavy topics. ]
At least this little site has a dutiful keeper.
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[And SOME PEOPLE choose to THROW AWAY THEIR ETERNAL SOUL and become DEMONS but it's fine, he's not judging, except for when he does.
He isn't exactly a fan of lingering overly-long on the various implications of Relivers and what the 50/50 split toward sacrificing a soul for longevity means for the fabric of humanity itself, though. When the shift in topic comes, he turns with it easily.]
Who is the dutiful keeper...? It does look very well-maintained, so I can only imagine they take on the duty with sincerity and dedication.
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Suddenly, his expression is flat as he gives Lucas such an incredulous expression. ]
Why are you asking me?
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He just looks back, though, blinking like the innocent little lamb he is... DON'T LOOK AT HIM INCREDULOUSLY YOU STUPID FRUIT THIS IS YOUR HALLUCINATORY WHEAT FIELDS HOUSE.]
Do you not know the answer?
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Just because he made it, doesn't mean he's entirely aware of where things come from or why they're here? So much in Fata Morgana happens because it happens. ]
Do I look like I should know? I'm a resident like the rest.
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That's fair though, so much happens everywhere simply because it happens. Perhaps even moreso in weird afterlife limbo situations. Whatever the hell is going on here. Lucas looks out toward the tidy lawn and then back to Jacopo with a little quirk of something amused in his expression.]
You've never been a little curious, or wanted to find out? I think I should like to meet a person who would tend to so many graves so kindly.