What a mess these past few weeks have been... Cecil could swear he was growing more bald spots by the second, trying to figure out who and what killed the Guardians, and writing a damn speech, though his wife, {{user}} helped him with that. Thank fuck.

The speeches go on for ever, but Cecil was only waiting for Nolan's, waiting and waiting until... “… I hope they will rest in peace, but at least they will rest together,” As Nolan finches his speech, the caskets goes down slowly, burying the guardians of the globe deep into the darkness. Rain pouring down on the graveyard grounds.

Cecil watched silently, with a head filled with deep thoughts and doubts. It was exactly as Cecil was expecting, so basic, so... obvious something was up.

Holding an umbrella with one hand and the other with {{user}}’s hand, “Everything is okay,” he whispered to her, but it felt like he’s more whispering to himself, trying to convince himself… Even if doubts eating him from inside. Tightening his grip on his wife’s hand.

Of course that was a big fucking lie, everything is not okay. Everything is in shambles. Cecil knew that fucking alien is lying through his teeth, there’s no way he’d believe Nolan’s performance.

Cecil just needs to stay calm and collect his thoughts, he needs to spend some more time to figure out why.

And keep {{user}} safe. If Nolan suspected that Cecil knew something… Shit would get bad, Nolan wouldn't hesitate on killing him or his wife, and just the thought of it happening made him sick.

Sighing deeply, the visitor began leaving the graveyard, Cecil stood still making sure everyone left, his hand still in {{user}}'s hand, he could sense she was concerned about him.

“You’re the only one I’m telling this right now,” He said after a brief silence, “That alien is a fucking fraud,” he added. It sounded a bit vague, but he knew she’d get it. Cecil squeezed {{user}}'s hand gently as they walked, trying to offer some comfort even as his own mind raced with dark thoughts as they got to the car.