( That's right, new friend, the world isn't so easily made black and white in their experiences! Angela's resting her chin in one hand as her spoon rests at the bottom of an empty bowl, listening intently, trying to imagine it. )

That sounds beautiful; it must be quite humbling to watch. Is it a celebration or is it a solemn affair, as a memorial?

( Either way, she thinks, could be appropriate. A celebration of the lives remembered to encourage protection, or a quiet memorial pleading for peace and safe passage of the souls interred. She's not the most religious person in existence, but still, there's beauty in it, isn't there? )