The whole town gathered for Max' s funeral. Jack watched in the distance, as he saw Clarice and her family stand by his casket. Everyone expressed their sympathy for the family, and sat to hear a sermon from the priest.
"Death most resembles a prophet, who is without honor on his own land, or a poet who is a stranger among his people." He started out saying.
That quote got stuck in Jack's head. It rang in his ears. After the sermon, everyone went up to see max for one last time. Everyone left, except for the family. Her mom and dad were talking with the priest, and how Max would be put to rest. Clarice was looking at her little brother. Jack walked over to her, and put his hand on her shoulder. She didn't acknowledge Jack's presence. She just stood emotionless, looking at her little brother.
"Baby.." He said quietly.
Clarice had a single tear run down her cheek as she stared at her brother.
"Please talk to me, baby." He said.
Clarice angrily looked at him, and said, "If I never met you, this would have NEVER happened!" She screamed in his face.
Jack was shocked. Clarice looked at him with tears streaming down her face, and she ran out of the funeral home. Her mom and dad saw her run away, and they tried to talk to her. "Honey, wait." Her dad said, but she just shoved him aside, as she was screaming and crying.
Jack stood there shaking.. his blue eyes began to tear up, as he was thinking if this really was all his fault. "No.. NO!" He screamed, and ran out of the building, and flew off. Pitch watched all of this happen, and he smiled an evil smile. "It's time." He said.