Blaise stood in the crowd of onlookers gazing down at the coffin in front of them. She absentmindedly looked around for Thea even though she knew she wouldn't see her cousin anywhere. She had given up her witch life for her boyfriend which meant she was to have no part of their lives, dead or otherwise. She suddenly resented Thea for making her go through this alone. She didn't want to be here or anywhere near the black glossy coffin in front of her. It wouldn't have been so bad if she had Thea. But she didn't, she never would again. All because she'd chosen some boy over Blaise and everything she'd ever known. She didn't care if they were soulmates; humans were Vermin and were not worth a Witch's time. Blaise sighed and pushed those thoughts out of her head. This was not the time to be mad at Thea, she could do that later, now was the time to mourn over the loss of the person in the coffin.
She bowed her head solemnly and fought back tears as she watched them lower the coffin into the ground. All of the witches around her were chanting whilst the Mother and the Maiden were both praying to Hecate for their lost comrade. They were throwing vials onto the coffin followed by various herbs and other dry looking mixtures. Blaise shut her eyes and bit her lip. She did not want to be here. The pain of it was too much. But she stayed silent in her pain out of respect for who she didn't want to loose but, sadly, already had.