Mourning

Huginn: It is time. We measure it linearly, it begins at zero, the moment of light; it ends at omega, the moment of darkness. And it is time now, to bid farewell.

Muninn: As memory persists, so do I. As Memory persists, so does he. We remember him as he was, as being, as reality and as image. And we will remember each atom of his ash, and the ash of each atom, till the end of days.

H: It is density. It is destiny. It is one and the other, both as one. For the weight of sin is concentrated in the flesh of one, and the end of it is to be done.

M: As mass persists, so does he. As Mass persists, so does his memory. We remember him as he will be, as king, as theophany and light. And we will remember the flame of his spirit, and the spirit of his flame, beyond the end of days.

H: It isn't yet Easter, or even Good Friday.

M: It doesn't matter, it is always time.