Horizon of Darkness

- I have nothing to say to her, and I don't think she's in the mood for conversation. But I can try to offer a prayer to the Savior. Maybe that will help somehow.
Saying this, Dorobo scratches the back of his head, pondering how best to proceed in this situation. Finally, he signals to everyone present to step back a little.
Removing the Lady's heart from his neck, he carefully places it on the floor in front of the ghost, pausing his hand over it for a few moments. Then he fumigates the room with a match, and then takes out a deck of Orthodox cards and lays them out around the ghost - for a better effect. Finally, he sits on the floor in front of the restless soul, crossing his legs in a Turkish style, looks at her with compassion, then closes his eyes and puts his hands together in a prayerful gesture.
- Kind mother, grieving princess, empress of sorrow and silence, dark ember in the depths of all-consuming darkness... I call upon you with a plea to see the pain of this tormented soul, unable to bear the imperfections of this wretched world... - not being a theologian, Zeikin did not know or remember most of the popular prayers, so in his mumbling he tried to express the emotional component with the words he could, expressing himself more with his heart than with his tongue. - ...May you ease her suffering, may you help her find peace, for there is no greater suffering in the world than endless eternity... the very thing that is destined for all those unfortunate people who console themselves with the false hope of shedding their material shackles at once... may they not be left alone with themselves in the pitch darkness... may they find peace, even if not in this doomed world, then in the next...
Uncle mumbled various variations of the above for some time, until his vocabulary and imagination were completely exhausted, like a stream that had dried up under the scorching sun for many months.

Nikta steps back a respectful distance.
- So, what? Do we continue the hunt or do we send a report on what we have and go to the well?
Ah, Frag?