Thick head, he knew he doesn't belong there anymore yet he couldn't give up so he did what he truly wanted. Went to the funeral.

Jason's death was expected from the beginning, and even if he tried to act tough about it, he was hurt from inside, there was bitter flames eating him alive even after all what he has seen, the memories he got from meeting the people he used to be around.

It was raining, and he walked in the street holding that umbrella tightly, his expressions were numb, his gaze getting more empty. His presence there was already a threatening alarm to himself and the rest of organisation, he was supposed to be away, clear from their views. But here he was again.