thinking about Gil being there for Lutz's first death. he's young, still. he's been struck down by complete, freak accident. kicked in the head by a horse, or something. and Gil can only cradle the little shattered body and wait for him to come back. holding it close until it mends and stirs and he welcomes it back softly, tenderly beckoning the boy back from the dreamless place beyond. it won't always be this peaceful, but. it's not a bad way to come back for the first time. for now he's safe, gasping and shuddering back to life into his brother-kingdom's arms. in a few decades when the empire is shot and burned and gassed and shelled to pieces he'll have to get used to waking up alone. his first death was a coming of age, this is just another.



















