"..."
No words were spoken aloud. What was there to say in the first place?
Luce was dead and no one was quiet sure what to feel about that.
Reborn was the only one close enough to be counted as 'attending'. The rest were scattered in the forest behind him.
Forced or otherwise, they were still bonded and through the pacifiers, he could sense them.
He stared at the tombstone. It was shaded under a tree in the middle of a small plain somewhere in Italy. From here, he could see the familiar visage of The House. The dates were blurred. Reborn didn't know if that was on purpose.
He turned and walked away.
There was no tears shed that day.