[ To walk through this moment, this accursed memory, with none other than Elliot himself is more than Gilbert can bear. He'd laugh if he could remember how to breathe, but he can't so he doesn't and he just stands there beset by horror and grief.
But Elliot is insisting, and any more fuss and— Elliot doesn't know, doesn't realize. He can't be the reason Elliot learns, can't be why Elliot understands the true devastation hiding in plain sight. So he forces himself forward, one foot in front of the other. ]
Not there. [ He gestures at the funeral still in progress, nodding instead to the other side of the cemetery, nearer to Vanessa's grave. ] That way. Don't... Don't know what happens when you turn up at your own funeral, but it can't be good.
[ He manages, just barely manages not to choke on his own words. ]
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But Elliot is insisting, and any more fuss and— Elliot doesn't know, doesn't realize. He can't be the reason Elliot learns, can't be why Elliot understands the true devastation hiding in plain sight. So he forces himself forward, one foot in front of the other. ]
Not there. [ He gestures at the funeral still in progress, nodding instead to the other side of the cemetery, nearer to Vanessa's grave. ] That way. Don't... Don't know what happens when you turn up at your own funeral, but it can't be good.
[ He manages, just barely manages not to choke on his own words. ]