Tycondrius looked around him.
Natalya stared at him blankly, tears streaming freely.
Pale was crying. Kimura and Troia...
The Witchlings, Sylvestra and Coraline.
Sorina... she was blubbering into an expensive handkerchief-- one of the last vestiges of his nonexistent wealth.
Edge, miserably into his forearm-- alongside Clemont.
Isidor. Thrumondi Krakhammer. Stephanos, the Fierce Knight.
Captains Langhai and Shao Ran and Eleven of Seven.
Rico and Iyuri.
Admiral Chantal shed a single tear.
Adal and Krysaos-- why were THEY crying?
Lieutenants Eilean and Mina.
Athena had her face buried in Tanamar's chest while he held her tight in his arms.
Zenon was bawling like a child, staining his cheeks with dark eyeliner.
Korr-- maybe.
Rixen-- no. That person didn't exist.
Feng Xianglu?
Tycon was well aware that the tears were for him.
