[He is quiet for a moment, his expression softening. At last, he lowers himself to one knee, the better to bring himself to her eyeline - he's well over a foot taller than her, so under the circumstances, it feels appropriate - and meets her gaze, sincerity clear in his grey eyes.]
When I awoke, I found myself among such graves. I saw upon them names that I knew: my father's, and my mother's, my comrades', and last of all my brother Boromir's.
But Boromir has no grave. His body was carried upon the Anduin to the Sea, and never claimed by the cold earth; and this I know, for I saw it with my own eyes, that he could not have come here alive or dead.
[His hand comes to rest against her shoulder; he has not looked away from her eyes for a moment.]
Do you understand what I am telling you? A name on a stone is only a name. A cruel trick played by whatever darkness drew us hence. Grieve not for the sake of carven stones.
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When I awoke, I found myself among such graves. I saw upon them names that I knew: my father's, and my mother's, my comrades', and last of all my brother Boromir's.
But Boromir has no grave. His body was carried upon the Anduin to the Sea, and never claimed by the cold earth; and this I know, for I saw it with my own eyes, that he could not have come here alive or dead.
[His hand comes to rest against her shoulder; he has not looked away from her eyes for a moment.]
Do you understand what I am telling you? A name on a stone is only a name. A cruel trick played by whatever darkness drew us hence. Grieve not for the sake of carven stones.