No-one heard Crais as he left Aeryn's funeral.
And if they did, they wouldn't be bothered to look around.
Aeryn's death hit them all hard.
Especially Crichton.
But Crais couldn't deny his own sadness, which seeped into his heart as he looked back at Aeryn's lifeless body.
Only now did he realise what Aeryn had truly meant to him.
"Will she ever wake up?" Talyn asked.
Crais stopped and bowed his head as he looked upon the ground.
He didn't know what to say.
"No, Talyn." Crais said. "She will not wake up."
"Why won't she wake up?" Talyn whispered into his ears.
"Aeryn is dead, Talyn." Crais said painfully.
With those words he acknowledged what had happened, but still his heart kept refusing the facts.
"What does that mean, Bialar?" Talyn asked.
Crais couldn't stop himself from crying.
"It means she'll never wake up." Crais answered.
"Oh." Talyn said.
As Crais swiftly wiped his tears away and straightened his back, his tears stopped flowing as if Crais ordered them to stop flowing.
And his tears obeyed like loyal soldiers.
"Aeryn was a fine soldier, Talyn." he said to his pupil and friend.
"We should always remember her as honourable, strong and just. Qualities of a fine soldier.
A great soldier. And a beautiful woman."
"Beautiful." Talyn repeated.
Crais hesitated.
He hadn't realised that he just said that.
"I will miss her." Talyn said sadly.
"So will I, Talyn." Crais replied.
He stepped into his Transport Pod and flew back to Talyn, never to set foot on that damned planet again.