Virgil at Rest.
Celestine, or rather Salvation, visits Virgil's Grave. (read more)
There is no life in the main graveyard; save for the pity flowers but even then, the flowers stand with little movement. No dancing in the winds, just stillness and a sense of deteriation.
The sky shares the same greyness as Celestine's fur; it glooms and migrate with the winds.
Celestine stares at the lone tombstone in front of them with such intensity, as if they could burn a seething hole with just their glares.
But they're not angry. They're not sad, or frustrated, or mournful, or annoyed. They're not happy either.
"How dedicated," they softly spat.
"Now rest like the fodder you are meant to be."