It's rare to catch a glimpse of the gamekeeper in the chapel, as calling him a religious man would be a gross mischaracterization, but he's made an appearance today. Kiritsugu's hair is combed and his boots are clean, though he hasn't gone so far as to shave. He's not much for religion, but today is different. The Commemoration of All Faithful Departed. It's one particular departed that Kiritsugu has on his mind. He all but completely ignores Lord Valdemar's words, sitting in the back of the chapel with his eyes closed, as unobtrusive a presence as it is possible for him to be. In silence, he says a prayer for his father, hoping to feel some sign of the man's presence, a warmth or an awareness.
He senses nothing. He can hardly recall his father's face.
When Lord Valdemar leaves, Kiritsugu opens his eyes to watch him stumble from the chapel with a faint frown. He probably shouldn't have come. He rises to his feet, yet instead of leaving, he walks to where the candles stand. He sinks to his knees and lights one. This action may bring his presence to the attention of the others, but he doesn't appear to mind the thought that he's being observed as he says another silent prayer. It's only once he's offered these final words to his father that he rises again and unceremoniously walks out.
He could return to his work or his cottage, but instead, Kiritsugu lingers nearby. He takes a pipe from his jacket pocket and proceeds to light it, smoking slowly and thoughtfully as he stands at the edge of the lawn. Pale smoke rises into the air. Proper decorum it isn't, but proper decorum isn't exactly what one has come to expect from Aungier House's gamekeeper.
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He senses nothing. He can hardly recall his father's face.
When Lord Valdemar leaves, Kiritsugu opens his eyes to watch him stumble from the chapel with a faint frown. He probably shouldn't have come. He rises to his feet, yet instead of leaving, he walks to where the candles stand. He sinks to his knees and lights one. This action may bring his presence to the attention of the others, but he doesn't appear to mind the thought that he's being observed as he says another silent prayer. It's only once he's offered these final words to his father that he rises again and unceremoniously walks out.
He could return to his work or his cottage, but instead, Kiritsugu lingers nearby. He takes a pipe from his jacket pocket and proceeds to light it, smoking slowly and thoughtfully as he stands at the edge of the lawn. Pale smoke rises into the air. Proper decorum it isn't, but proper decorum isn't exactly what one has come to expect from Aungier House's gamekeeper.