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Her visits to this place are symbolic – nobody rests here anymore. The earth is cratered, beaten, forlorn; withered like the flowers she leaves on the unmarked graves. She sees her heart reflected.
She doesn't know who lies here, only who does not. Without a body, there's no place to mourn him. Until she builds him a shrine befitting his greatness. In remembrance of all the laughter and the tears.
As ever, it was B-man's fault. He didn't save Mr. J.
She'll make sure he's gonna pay in the blood of his loved ones. And then who's gonna cry for him?