Amon remained silent for a while.
The cool breeze flowed through the open hallway.
Then he sighed.
"I don't feel guilty... but... I just thought... I mean, you know... if it were me who had died... I don't think anyone would have cried for me like that. There are people who would get sad. But not to the point of how a family feels after losing someone."
Amon thought of Leon, Martia, and Mr. Ellias. They were close to him—or rather, the closest to him.
They might be sad, but not as much as parents would be.
Selena ran her hand through her hair.
"Hah... Guess you're strong... I mean mentally. That's good."
"Are you not gonna meet them?" Amon asked.
Selena responded immediately, "I already met them this morning."
"Ohh..." Amon remained silent.
Four men came out of the mortuary, holding a brown wooden coffin.
The dead body of Senior Vixra was being given to her family. They were going to transport it to their village.
