The small group slowly made their way down the hall, quietly moaning about injuries they had recieved from their most recent battle.
"It's not much; you'll be fine in a few days." Asha said, inspecting the small cut on Paavai's forehead. It was bleeding heavily, but as it was located on her head no one was that much worried about the blood; they were more worried about a possible concussion.
"Eleven; it's eleven." Jocelyn announced quietly, looking at the small wrist watch she wore. She had been glancing down at it for the past hour and a half, not wanting to miss the time.
Almost immediately a hush of silence fell. Yuna fidgeted uncomfortably. She had, up until now, always participated in Remembrance Day later in June.
A minute passed and the group started talking again, in low voices.
"Ah can see why we'd want tab remember de dead, but ah don't see why anyone would want tah remember de war." Blaise said softly opposed to her usually yelling, in honor of the fallen.
"Probably so it never happens again." Kenneth said, barely heard over the footsteps."It's not really working is it?" Lucy piped up. She didn't fully understand the importance of the day; nevertheless she brought up a good point. "Their basically doing that now, to mutants. All the need is to add a salute and saying."The group contemplated her point for a moment. The short lived silence was ended when Paavai responded. "I guess those who are racist towards mutants the worst thing is remembering the war. They insult their soldiers."
"De worst ting tah do is remember." Marina summed it up softly.
They continued to walk in silence, stopping abruptly in front of a door open halfway. There was nothing strange about it really, except the fact that the smell of smoke came floating out of it. Timidly Jacinta reached out to push the door open. There was about two dozen empty glass bottles littering the floor. Logan was sitting on the window sill, leaning out halfway. He had a faraway look on his face with a cigar in one hand and a half empty bottle in the other. He was muttering something like, "So much for "lest we" frigging "forget"."
"No. You were wrong; the worst thing to do is forget." Kain murmured.