You're at a funeral. Your rival's dad recently passed away and your mom wanted to be there for support.

It was your rival, Ash, who'd give the eulogy. He calmly stood up and swallowed, looking down at the letter he held.

"Um," He couldn't bring himself to do it. He looked down at his father's casket.

"Sorry, dad..." He walked out, nobody calling out or stopping him.

You followed and found him sobbing as he sat in fetal position against a wall, his face buried in his arms.