They all knew the risks, of becoming a hero. They were reminded of it with every casualty, and every hero death. They just didn't think it would affect them so soon, that they would be standing here, in the cemetery, to mourn one of their own. "But he's not dead, he can't be. It just doesn't make sense!" "Let it go. He's- he's gone. Ok?" "No, no he's not. I'll prove it, ok?"