Reigen's eyes followed Mob's light, and it took him a moment longer than it should have to remember he even had a flashlight of his own when he stopped short at something Mob's light flashed across in particular. Once you noticed it, it was impossible to miss. A tall structure about chest-height at the far end of the interior framed by an alcove, carved from stone -- a tomb.
Reigen was drawn to it like a magnet and he fumbled with his own flashlight to get a good look. There was text inscribed on it that was hard to make out even with the light right on it. He shined the light from every which angle, hoping that even with the age of it and the damage it's meaning would become clear. He didn't so much as murmur, his eyes narrowing in intense focus.
The rain which … when the season of … comes is the rain reminiscent of the … of the poor … sorrow
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Date: 2023-10-06 05:25 pm (UTC)Reigen was drawn to it like a magnet and he fumbled with his own flashlight to get a good look. There was text inscribed on it that was hard to make out even with the light right on it. He shined the light from every which angle, hoping that even with the age of it and the damage it's meaning would become clear. He didn't so much as murmur, his eyes narrowing in intense focus.
The rain which … when the season of … comes is the rain reminiscent of the … of the poor … sorrow