It wasn't as though Dyon had never cried before. He cried when Jade burned down the orphanage and killed Ms. Everdeen. He cried with Amphorae died in his arms. He cried when his black flames practically took over his mind.
But this wasn't something he could do now… Not while he was the leader of the Mortal Alliance, not while he was the leader of the Sacharro Clan.
He stood slowly. The only sign of his emotion was the slight tremble that gripped him, but even that soon disappeared.
"Meiying." Dyon's voice was calm and steady as he allowed Meiying to exit his inner world. "Please do what you can to provide them with a proper burial. Feel free to use any resources you need, and if you deem it appropriate, we can lay them to rest in Celestial Garden."
