When she is two thirds done, Rean starts crying. It's silent, but he doesn't stop.

By the time she has buried the last corpse and all that's left is the bone throne, the blood to mop up, and Rean, he's curled in on himself sobbing.

And yet now, every step is lighter and heavier, the light is not bright here but it is gentler, and the flowers bloom on every grave.

Obviously most of the graves have no markers, but some do, small stones with a name. Just as most of the corpses had no faces or even genders. Some did.