After turning around and paying respects to each other, there was the last activity. a kind of talk that describes death and where the Spirit will go after being buried. I'm just silent throughout the conversation.
My eyes scrutinize one by one the side of this place, The deeper in here I get colder. Somehow I also feel thirsty and weak, Maybe I'm not used to being behind this snowy mountain for too long.
"Marvel? Was there water in the helicopter we were in earlier? I'm so thirsty." I asked Marvel, he looks very serious when he hears other people's conversations.
"Yes, you just ask. I'm sure there are some bodyguards on guard outside, you can ask them. Be careful, yes, come right back after that." Marvel told me, I nodded and started to turn around. Passing by the people who have been staring into my eyes for a long time.
I don't care, because I don't want to care. Choose to walk quickly out of the mountain.
