[Darin opts to kneel in front of the stone and carefully removes the shawl.]
[His eyes glaze over the epitaph and that flood of pain and recollection hits like a dam bursting. Memories flash; his brother, Diomuhr, his purpose. It's just as bad as it was last time even though he was steeling himself for it.]
[He clutches at his own head; it feels like a smithing hammer pounding repeatedly behind his eyes. He does his best to grit his teeth. To not cry out. He wobbles and grips the headstone for balance with one hand with muscles tense like steel cords.]
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[Darin opts to kneel in front of the stone and carefully removes the shawl.]
[His eyes glaze over the epitaph and that flood of pain and recollection hits like a dam bursting. Memories flash; his brother, Diomuhr, his purpose. It's just as bad as it was last time even though he was steeling himself for it.]
[He clutches at his own head; it feels like a smithing hammer pounding repeatedly behind his eyes. He does his best to grit his teeth. To not cry out. He wobbles and grips the headstone for balance with one hand with muscles tense like steel cords.]
N-NGH!!! RGH!!!