Caspar huffs out a breath of amusement, although it doesn't quite hide the bitterness that laces his half-smile. "No, there's a bunch of us working on it. They wouldn't trust me to do it by myself and it's too big for one person besides."

He looks down at his empty mug and adds quietly, "I would have been in there. Before it was built, people had been painting river stones with people's names and leaving them on site. Adia painted one for me. We moved it to our garden."

It's not how his people honored their dead, either, but death was only temporary for a long while. "How about your people? How about when one of you dies and the other doesn't? Your symbiotic pair, I mean."