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Letting go of Riona and getting into his side of the car, Talen put the top up absentmindedly.

"I guess you're right, but it's not the Grimm that I'm thinking about. Looks like rain too. Suits today's events, I guess."

Exiting the academy heading towards the town he grew up in, Talen kept a somber attitude and couldn't find much enthusiasm to talk unless spoken to. Finally, they arrived at the place that Talen was dreading: the town's cemetery.

"You don't have to come out of here if you don't want to, but I may be a few minutes."

Talen got out of the car and sat on a tombstone that was directly in front of what he laid his black roses by: a large obsidian tower with a long list of names engraved on it.

''My fault. . .''

Frozen in guilt, Talen just sat there staring at the pillar for a few minutes.