<div style="text-align: center">《 Kennedy 》<br/>
<i>Location: Abendblume gates; outside<br/>
Addressing: Armando, others</i><br/>​</div>Kennedy followed along with the carriage and was the first to grab a shovel. With the first plunge of the shovel into the earth, his brow furrowed. The commentators and nay-sayers were emphatic and strong in comparison to Anise's even-tempered question and he shot up to look at those around him.<br/><br/>"It's not just a body!" he spoke loudly with a furrowed brow. "It's Brian! Brian who stood up to this injustice and died for it!" His eyes fell hard on the middle-aged woman who had spoken the words and he replied harshly. "If that means nothing to you if your arrogance is that high and your human decency that low, then leave. Just fuck off and leave. No one's dictated that we stay together and quite fucking frankly, I don't want to be shackled to you or anyone like you." The nature of the list was that its main criteria lay in the usefulness or danger of some individuals and he was beginning to see how some people landed on it for lack of integrity.<br/><br/>He turned and took up his digging again. After the first shovel-full, he brought his gaze up to Anise. His anger didn't seep over into the answering of her question. "Yeah, I asked him if we could bury the body. He didn't answer and I didn't think he was going to when he drug me to the shuttle. I'm glad I was wrong."<br/><br/>Behind them he could hear people moving, some to go, some to stay. More shovels joined Anise and himself. His friends, her brother, and six more alternated when others needed a rest. Armando looked on, keep watch and the two Abendblume guards joined him after seeing the split group on their way safely. All the helping hands made the job go quickly, even quicker than Kennedy had considered it would, and Brain was in the ground and covered in scantly a few hours. A cross-stick cross held together with a hair tie served as a marker. Clair placed it at the head of the grave and Kennedy stepped up to say a few words.<br/><br/>"I'm not exactly the greatest when it comes to funerals, but my family is Irish and Irish descent, so I'm just going to go with the words we say at ours..." he cleared his throat and started in a strong clear voice. "Brian...Go n-éirí an bóthar leat,<br/>Go raibh an ghaoth go brách ag do chúl, Go lonraí an ghrian go te ar d'aghaidh, Go dtite an bháisteach go mín ar do pháirceanna, Agus go mbuailimid le chéile arís, Go gcoinní Dia i mbos A láimhe thú...May the road rise to meet you, May the wind be always at your back, May the sun shine warm upon your face, The rains fall soft upon your fields, And until we meet again, May God hold you in the hollow of His hand...Amen."