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[cointosser]

Well. That was definitely Alucard's touch. I was going to offer a statue of myself.

[His smile is soft, teasing just as much.] It was a beautiful idea. He understands grief more than most, I think. And the need to be understood.

[To be remembered. And to be given a space where those who are lost cannot be forgotten -- whether it is through shells, or scales, necklaces, written letters, even the scrap of a leather belt or a tied braid of hair. The objects all move together, protected, forming a large picture of the people Libertas stood for.

He puts a hand on the statue, drawing over a collection of painted rocks by the children of a lost blacksmith.] Thank you. [He smiles back.] It feels strange to have left such a permanent mark on this world. A physical one.

[Of course, his music has already entrenched itself in Abraxas. As he meant it to be. But music only exists if it is remembered.]