He remains sitting a while longer after that. Perhaps he needs the rest, perhaps he's contemplating the deaths they brought about. It's nothing new, killing. But he'd always done it on his own accord, for good reasons, and now he's reeling against Darkwalker's yoke. So pointless. This was a goddamn cruel joke.
Eventually he stands and heads for the cemetery; it's not difficult to break into the shack that he deduces must be the groundskeeper's shed, and sure enough, there's a few tools lined up in the cramped space; there may even be something similar enough to a pickaxe, whatever is standard for gravediggers' arsenal.
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He remains sitting a while longer after that. Perhaps he needs the rest, perhaps he's contemplating the deaths they brought about. It's nothing new, killing. But he'd always done it on his own accord, for good reasons, and now he's reeling against Darkwalker's yoke. So pointless. This was a goddamn cruel joke.
Eventually he stands and heads for the cemetery; it's not difficult to break into the shack that he deduces must be the groundskeeper's shed, and sure enough, there's a few tools lined up in the cramped space; there may even be something similar enough to a pickaxe, whatever is standard for gravediggers' arsenal.
He'll pick it up and get to work.