//Funeral.// Jonothon winced a little. //Triela.//

She'd mentioned Triela's condition to him. And he'd told her that he couldn't possibly cope with her hurting herself for the sake of anybody. And now Triela was gone. He hadn't known the girl very well... She'd signed his yearbook, come to think of it, just a couple of weeks ago.

Another chill reminder that life was fleeting.

//Christ, Raven, I'm sorry...// And with that statement, he sent a wave of sincere apology, of sympathy. Comfort, meanwhile, came in a slightly more tangible form as he sat down on the bed beside her and pulled her close.

He never knew what to say in moments like these.