[ Zhongli settles across from Childe, not even so much as loosening his tie or removing his gloves at the table. It's as if the heat and humidity don't dare touch him save for how it makes the tips of his hair faintly shimmer amber in the midday sun. ]
A mortician?
[ Said with a bemused smile as he pours two cups of hot (in this weather?) tea, serving Childe first in a dark porcelain cup before filling his own. ]
While preparing one's physical body to be laid in its final resting place is part of the function of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, that is but a portion of our responsibilities. Life is a journey - and as with all journeys there is an end, a final destination, and partings. The ceremony for those left behind and the celebration of one's life is just as if not more important than honoring the final wishes of the departed.
Furthermore, as the world changes ever so swiftly around us, it is important to honor the traditions of the past so that those that came before us and paved the way for the life we live today are not forgotten.
Every life and every memory is a precious thing, leaving marks upon the land both large and small in their influence.
It is an honor to be allowed to tell those tales. To see one chapter close so another can flourish.
[ He brings his own tea to lips on it, blowing on it just enough to disperse the steam before taking a sip. ]
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A mortician?
[ Said with a bemused smile as he pours two cups of hot (in this weather?) tea, serving Childe first in a dark porcelain cup before filling his own. ]
While preparing one's physical body to be laid in its final resting place is part of the function of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, that is but a portion of our responsibilities. Life is a journey - and as with all journeys there is an end, a final destination, and partings. The ceremony for those left behind and the celebration of one's life is just as if not more important than honoring the final wishes of the departed.
Furthermore, as the world changes ever so swiftly around us, it is important to honor the traditions of the past so that those that came before us and paved the way for the life we live today are not forgotten.
Every life and every memory is a precious thing, leaving marks upon the land both large and small in their influence.
It is an honor to be allowed to tell those tales. To see one chapter close so another can flourish.
[ He brings his own tea to lips on it, blowing on it just enough to disperse the steam before taking a sip. ]
Do you not agree?