Boba scowls at the warning, but takes the lighter anyway. He carefully lights each candle.
As he does, he speaks quietly.
"Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum*," the words are spoken rhythmically, like a prayer.
"Ba'buir* Jaster, ba'vodu* Arla, ba'vodu Myles."
He lights another candle with each name he mutters. There's three left, and he hesitates before putting the flame to the wick.
"Aurra- Aurra Sing," that name comes out less steady than the others. There's clear conflict in his expression, as if he's not sure if he should have said it with the others.
"Zam Wesell." That name is said with more confidence.
"Buir*."
Boba closes the lighter and stares at the display.
(*I'm still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal.) (*Grandfather, aunt/uncle.) (*Father)
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As he does, he speaks quietly.
"Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum*," the words are spoken rhythmically, like a prayer.
"Ba'buir* Jaster, ba'vodu* Arla, ba'vodu Myles."
He lights another candle with each name he mutters. There's three left, and he hesitates before putting the flame to the wick.
"Aurra- Aurra Sing," that name comes out less steady than the others. There's clear conflict in his expression, as if he's not sure if he should have said it with the others.
"Zam Wesell." That name is said with more confidence.
"Buir*."
Boba closes the lighter and stares at the display.
(*I'm still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal.)
(*Grandfather, aunt/uncle.)
(*Father)