[ Alright. Alright, less ghostly, now that Flynn can see him in the half-light. He takes a steadying sort of breath, lets his hand rest on a sun-worn cross with a name that must have been readable, once. Now that the startled worry has leached away, it's actually kind of nice to be talking to someone here among the stones. Flynn has been walking in his own worried silence for far too long at this point. ]

It was... fitting, for a place like this.

[ A little finger of a breeze trails along Flynn's neck, making him shudder and half-turn. ]

Even if it would be better to get out of here sooner, rather than later. Was it, um... for someone in particular?