"Anniversary... A human word. Hold on," Dirge said, checking his internal data banks for the meaning. He started to chuckle once he found it. "So, no ring, no cake, no flowers. What you want is a grave? Very interesting. Though I guess not many humans get to celebrate their own death."

Dirge had never done anything to celebrate his own. He'd only died once and it had been such an unpleasant experience he saw no reason to think about it more. ...Then again... if it meant he could get presents or a tomb with his name on it? Maybe he should.

His attention shifted from the headstone, to Sissel, optics finally picking up on the missing half of his body. Dirge's expression immediately changed from amused to naked interest.

"Is that-?" he started, lunging forward, getting his face close enough to almost touch the human. "...your spark?" One long claw pointed at the floating blue orb.