Eiz still remembered when they all helped Egil. When they made Mechon and thought they would simply protect their home. Thought it would be a force to protect. But then, Egil got worse. He got worse and Eiz should have noticed… He had always worked with Egil closely on the Mechon, how had he not noticed?
He started using the Mechon to attack, he used them to hurt the way they had been hurt. Eiz had helped make monsters for attacking life that didn't even know they existed. Years spent working on something that he had thought was for protection.
No, no thinking about it. He just had to bury it, bury it like everything else! It was a wonderful time for a burial, for all the feelings and what remained of those who died trying to stop Egil. Who had realized what was going on before it was too late but had been unable to really do anything.
He continued to work, mumbling to himself about how wonderful this was. Wasn't it nice, to bury the memories along with the items? It was good to put it to rest! Put it all to rest! Before the feelings could come up again and strangle him as they did when he slept.
The more he buried, the less it could do that, right? The less he would be able to think about it, with layers of dirt sitting on top of it.
He looked up from his burials, for only a moment, and saw a child staring at him, watching him. Oh, that was Menyx! That was right, the proof he wasn't the only one who didn't want memories to claw at him.
A child built as part of a wall Miqol was putting up. A wall to hide the memories that sat in front of his face. The truth of Egil that stared him down day after day after day… A wall that let him pretend his people weren't all struggling to get by on the arm!
Eiz buried and Miqol built. They both did anything they could to hide away from what had happened, and the feelings that it brought. Hide from the roles they had played in the hell that surrounded them and existed above them. That was right! He wasn't the only one, far from it. He was sure others were doing the same, in their own, quieter ways.
He told himself that as he went back to burying everything. Another piece of dirt on scrap, another memory of Egil's eyes becoming duller buried. Another trash piece in the hole, another memory of a Machina dying to one of the Mechon he helped create. Another finished plot, another memory of leaving to the Fallen Arm on Junks.
"Burials… a wonderful time for burials…" He continued to mumble to himself, not registering the others around him, the expressions on their faces. It didn't matter… he just had to continue burying. It would be better if he just kept burying.