125 A visit.

Three days later, with weary eyes, Evin finally came into his room and fell onto his bed, groaning from his exhaustion. He had just come from his father's burial. Thankfully, the funeral lunch only had two dozen people and only five attended the burial itself.

Evin wasn't expected to say much during both events considering what happened, but he still had to say things. Praises for the deceased, so he'd be able to go on peacefully to the afterlife. Evin spoke of things with such insincerity, he even began to feel ashamed at the end of it all. He hated it all.