Meanwhile…
"Ahh…"
Abel swung the shovel to rest over his shoulder, standing on the closed coffin he had harrowed all alone. He gazed at the surface of the coffin impatiently, wondering if he should split this coffin in half with Marsella in it, or wake her up in a much gentler manner.
"For fuck's sake, Abel. What in the world do you not understand with 'leave me the fuck alone?'" A muffled voice from within the coffin caressed his ears.
"I was just thinking about how to wake you up, sister." Abel chuckled, tapping his foot against the surface he was standing on. "It's nice to know you were very much awake."
"Anyone will wake up with all that sound you made while harrowing the land. This only shows you terribly need a workout."
Clack!
