"The sending... is a complicated ceremony." She said as she folded her hands before her, her hands vanishing into her sleeves. Chika stopped for a moment, to look off into the distance. The exhaustion was in her eyes, it seemed to radiate from her. "The sending involves the bloodsongs, of those that have passed. The Kururugi to do the sending, must know the bloodsongs to a level that they can easily bring that bloodsong back. We gather the souls of the departed, using their song... and send them on." She said as she shifted just a small bit.<br/><br/>"We give them a chance to say their parting words." Chika said, her tone suddenly going deadpanned. "Give them a chance to say what they want to say, before sending them on." She whispered as she clenched her hands inside of the sleeves. The things that had been said to her, the way she had been accused. She had survived, they had not. Why was it fair? They had all been accusatory in some way.<br/><br/>"Then the bloodsongs are gathered and the departed sent on... Sung over to the other side." She murmured, that would definitely explain why she sounded so hoarse and tired.