Late at night, the lizardmen finally finished digging the grave. Two more of them came forward, carrying Cassandra's corpse. Her face looked troubled and frightened – nothing like her brave former self, and her lip curled slightly out of place. The two lizardmen laid her on the ground, and began to bury her. After they had done so, the lizardmen gathered flowers and laid them around her grave – roses, daisies and tulips were carefully arranged around her, almost like a shrine, and as they did so, Lizardman found that tears were stinging his eyes. He still could not believe that Cassandra was really gone. He turned to the others, and began to make a speech.
"We are gathered here today", he began, "to commiserate the loss of one of our greatest friends, Cassandra". The other lizardmen all had their heads bowed solemnly, but it was clear that they took note of what he was saying. "She was truly a free spirit, and her greatest virtue was that she used that freedom to help others, and to free the world from the wrath of Soul Edge. She was misunderstood by her own kind, and she was able to restore me to humanity. Truly, her life was a sad one, but nonetheless, her selflessness and courage should be celebrated."
The flowers blew slightly in the gentle autumn breeze.
"She also taught me a very important lesson", he continued. "From this moment on, I believe that we should not kill any human unprovoked"
The lizardmen stared at each other in disbelief. "Yes, it is true, we have all been betrayed by humans in the past, in some way or another. But we attacked innocent people – people who had no idea of who we were and were not at fault in any way. We were proving all of those other humans right – we were monsters, we were out of control. It's just a shame that it wasn't until Cassandra's death that I was able to realise that."
Lizardman raised his head slightly, and looked at each of his comrades in the eyes. "From this moment on, we shall only attack a human in self-defence. Under no circumstances should we harm anyone who has not tried to harm us"
The other lizardmen were still having trouble comprehending what he was saying. "If we don't do this, Cassandra's death will have truly been for nothing. We owe it to ourselves… and to her".
After he had finished speaking, he led the other lizardmen away into a nearby field to search for food. Since that day, no human has ever laid eyes on any of the lizardmen. How long they lived for, what they did and where they went still remain a mystery, and will almost certainly remain a mystery forever. Perhaps some are still out there, and still pay tributes to Cassandra's grave each day with fresh flowers. Cassandra's life was a sad one, but history will never know that – they will only see the faint inscription on her grave stone:
"Cassandra Alexandra – a free spirit through life and death"