Wow, I'm lazy. Have a late Becklena for PJO ship weeks.
No one liked cleaning up dead campers bunks. It was too hard to dig through your dead siblings stuff so it could be shipped back to their grieving mortal parent, or to be stored away when there was no mortal parent.
Beckendorf's bunk was the hardest to clean. Not only did he have several hidden compartments no one knew how to open, and a whole underground room that he kept stuff in, but the memories that were stirred up when sorting through his belongings just brought sadness.
Jake Mason and Nyssa sorted through the last of his stuff. They stacked a pile of pictures, careful not to make too many fingerprints on each one. As they placed each picture in the pile, they stopped and looked at them.
Most of the photos were familiar to them, like the pictures of Beckendorf at the forge that Silena had taken, where he was crafting automations like dragonflies and fireflies. Pictures taken during capture the flag, including one of Beckendorf jumping the creek, flag in hand. That had been an amazing game, one of the very few that a Hephaestus cabin had won due to the elaborate trap they'd set.
There were many photos of Silena, of her on the beach, or sitting near the climbing wall, or braiding Lacy's hair.
Then there were the photo's people had taken of Beckendorf and Silena. Pictures of the many times Silena had broken the rules and sat near Beckendorf at the campfire, or had dragged him to sit next to her. There were photos of her sitting near him at the forges as he explained his newest project. Pictures of them around camp, holding hands or Beckendorf with his arm around Silena.
The 2 pictures weren't something Beckendorf could've of put there. One was he and Silena hugging just before he left to blow up Kronos's ship, the mission the cost him his life. It was stapled to another photo, one of the shroud that they'd made for Beckendorf. Written on the back, in curling and loopy handwriting, was I'm sorry.
They burned the photos.
Yay, angst. R&R I guess.