It would be a piece of them. Etched into their soul and being. It would be better than the memories of them seeing people crushed, chewed, ripped apart, and eaten. It would be a type of freedom in a sick way.
Jikan stepped, walked into a mass of fallen construction. A path of piled up mess that had collapsed in on itself. Reaching forward while kneeling, Jikan took a piece of structure with her left hand and began to straighten h er legs, lifting the weight before her gradually. In the end lifting the debris over her head. Turning her head around Jikan tried to examine a location that was a suitable spot for the trashed debris.
To her left she saw nothing of us, just more destroyed homes, buildings, and structure to throw away or rebuild. To her right she saw something of us, a section of hand had been cleared and a Sleeping Calamity member had used their magic to form a wide magic circle in the area. In the area, as Jikan walked over to it, she saw what was being done by, her memory, a young man named Edward. The blond haired yellow years man was deconstructing the broken material and either repairing it by breaking down the material, or turning them into material goods. For example, if someone brought him enough broken stone, he was putting the matter of the stone together to make a renewed singular piece.
Reaching Edward Jikan nodded to the man before placing the material down. It was composite that she had collected really, a combination of rocks, wood, and metals. She turned away then, the day for them had only begun but in this area at least there was still much to be done for her and the rest of Sleeping Calamity.
Wc: 302
Twc: 1928
1800 wc met