Funeral
It guts Jr. that of the millions who flock to honor Guignan's memory, not a damn one actually knew the man. Jr. can't share the truth of his brother. No one else knew them, shared the intimacies of their lives and minds. Standing before the coffin (closed, because there's no body and if there were it would've only pissed him off more because it wouldn't have been real), Jr. lies to the galaxy with a eulogy for a man who never existed.
A galaxy is ready to help him mourn Gaignun Kukai. There's no one to help him mourn Nigredo.
