It's an unceremonious funeral. There is no fanfare to it. Few burials are ever honored in a war where people die by the thousands.

Casualties of war are change on the dollar, for better or worse. Yet the man left records of his existence behind, and thus another thread is weaved into the tapestry of history. He'll ensure that this man is not forgotten.

"I'll translate the papers when we get back. Poor man." Howard wiped his eye and threatened to weep over the grave. The dead made him nautious, now. Life was sacred, but once Howard had stolen lives of his own, dead people made him tremble. "Rest well."

He watched the dogs sniff at their tales. When Hitoshi spoke to the Arcanine, the admin's lips twitched upward.

"Nice work, Hitoshi. Glad you two could come to an understanding. Make sure not to forget your promise." Howard had, and all it had bought him was despair. "Let's hustle back."

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Hitoshi Inoue