"Harrison Clark, please accept my condolences."
Wearing a neatly pressed military uniform, Nora Camp took the urn containing Daniel Thompson's ashes from Harrison Clark's hand and placed it on the memorial tower beside her.
Harrison Clark nodded expressionlessly.
Grief, however, didn't quite describe his feelings.
He simply wasn't used to the sensation of a familiar face dying before his eyes, before the final curtain.
He hated this feeling, which was why he had always tried to maintain a distance from others during his time in the military.
But one can't always control the circumstances.
This time, he had unintentionally spent an extensive amount of time with Lion, and before he knew it, the square-faced man had left a mark on his heart with a chisel.
He leaped up, his hand gripping a golden knife, and carved another name into the massive memorial tower.
Daniel Thompson.
"Salute! At ease!"
Nora Camp stepped forward and shouted loudly.
