Cleaning up after chaos: A post Khan event question

[shardofwinter]

Not everyone who frequents the Nexus was unfortunate enough to be caught up in Khan's attack. Reynard had ended Winter in his own world and engaged in his usual annual seclusion that, as it always did, ended once he had run out of alcohol. The sight of an obliterated Nexus was not the pub crawling paradise he'd remembered it as. It seems that he's missed the action and stumbled into the aftermath. People are tired, disoriented, upset and in shock, or powering through their emotions by helping organise everyone else. Without much of a thought, Reynard falls into a group that is already working to set everything right again. Or as right as things can be set. As it turns out, an atmosphere of destruction and tragedy does wonders for a Spring-sick Winter spirit. 

He looks as awful as he feels, and far more sober than he'd like to be. He's forgone his coat, but kept his gloves on and a makeshift mask for the work at hand. Reynard has volunteered for the grim task of working with the dead. In a shaded area he helps move bodies to rest side by side, covered in shrouds that have started to vary in colour as they run through their supplies. These are the ones who have not, or cannot, be identified. 

It's been a long day, and it's been hard graft, and everything feels hotter than it is, especially with the cloth around his face. Reynard takes his gloves off, leans against the edge of a table, and pulls away the mask, revealing an unkempt beard. "What would you like to happen at your funeral?"

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[strontiumdog]

"Well. It's about the only thing that I have left, these days. Makes sense that I'd want to keep my body mine."

Johnny tilts his head at Reynard, thinking through what little he knows about the man and what he's gleaned from their conversations. "But I notice that you didn't answer your own question, Reynard. I think... You'd be the type to prefer an old fashioned burial. In the earth, maybe the mountains? At the peak, of course." He taps the handle of the shovel and nods decisively. "And a simple headstone marker, or maybe nothing at all."

He pauses for a second then shrugs, ruefully. "Or you could want a giant snecking gold pyramid on a dying star with wine and women."

[shardofwinter]

"You've got a good sense of people, Johnny Alpha," Reynard tells him with a grin. Leaning back against a table, he takes a deep breath as he considers his funeral. "I'd like a sky burial. Old fashioned as it gets. Leave me at the summit of a mountain. Let Nature have my body."

He tips his head to pin Johnny down with a look. "And then I'd expect everyone to march back down and have a grand party with the women and wine you mentioned."