[h3][b][color=92278f]Bonesword - Honor the Fallen[/color][/b][/h3]
A skeletal middle finger extended off of BS's left hand as Oren spoke. He didn't care if it was disrespectful, it was downright awful for Oren to even try to make a joke out of this situation. 

The skeleton stood over Saria for another minute, letting the depressing feelings sink in. She made him feel alive, but at the cost of her feeling the same way. Oddly poetic, to someone standing by, but for Bonesword... well... another purple rose grew out of his eye socket. He couldn't cry, but this was effectively a way he could express his sorrow.

After the minute was over, the skeleton bent over and took the small egg-timer off of Saria's body, guessing it was the relic because of how odd it looked in comparison to Saria, and he held it in his hand. While it slightly scared him for what it could do, he wasn't going to judge it based off of what it looked like. He'd wait a bit later to use it, though, in case it fucked him out here. Besides, the skeleton had another problem on his hands.

Bonesword would need something to replace his lost arm. Thankfully, fortune smiled on Bonesword, as Saria's removed arm was nearby. As disrespectful as it was to use the arm of his previous fighter, he had no choice. A situation like this only came around so often. He lifted up the arm from the beach and fixated it into his socket, himself shivering slightly because of how... weird it felt to have muscles again. The arm itself was a surprising match for BS's size, which was uplifting, but he regretted having to take it. He walked back over to Saria and spoke once more to her before he would finally take his leave.

[b][color=92278f]"I'm sorry I'm left with no choice but to use your arm. I'll put it to good use as I win this thing."[/color][/b]

Bonesword began walking off the beach, dispelling all of the plant terrain he created except the roses beneath Saria. Those would stay until someone came to take her body, or until they eventually perished. The skeleton wanted to get away from this place, especially considering all of the grief he saw here. He was heading back towards the actual 'city', wondering if something... more enjoyable was on the other side. Maybe he'd find his own echo as he traveled?