It had been a while since Gar had last visited the tombstone of Terra Markov. A girl who sacrificed herself to stop Deathstroke/Slade Wilson. After he had jumped down, and reverted from his animal form he looked at the grave before him. He tried to make sense of it, but couldn't a girl that he admired was no longer alive, and nothing he could do could change that.

"I'm sorry...you were a great friend, who was deeply misunderstood. One, that that fought valiantly. Even though you betrayed us, I knew that deep down you had a reason. Slade was using you if only you were still here. I still see you in my dreams."

He placed a bouquet on the grave. Before long he had turned around and saw you causing him to contemplate how to respond. His mind was racing with a million thoughts going around in his head. "Oh hey, there dude... or dudette didn't see ya there. Can I help you with something?"