I'm not finished with the serial "Clint Is Alive!" yet. Just so you know. :D
Rain.
It falls, neverending, from a blackened sky. It cries on the fresh mound of earth, the stark headstone, and the small group of people standing around the grave.
He doesn't know how he'll carry on. Phil was the best part of his life. The man had saved him, mentored him, and gave him a new reason to live. Now he's gone.
Head bowed, rain beating a new hole in his heart, Clint says goodbye to a hero.
His hero.