It was snowing that day, the world was almost pure white, like paper, and Jethro was looking at the window, and fixing his tie. He was dressed up, in the suit that Angkor left him, and the mask that was given to him was on the floor next to him. He noticed his reflection in the window, it just barely showed; he looked terrible from detoxing, withdrawal, and sleep deprivation.

"Boy, I look awful; at least I got this mask to hide it all…"

He picked up the mask with a shaky hand, and looked at it; it looked as though a beast had slashed it with its claws, for it had three diagonal ridged tears on it, it had a long scar that streaked through the middle of the tears and, like Angkor's, had an etching on it to make it resemble stiches. However it did not have the skull teeth design on the bottom. Jethro turned it around to see that there were leather straps on it, which outline the back of the cranium and the jawline. There was a large skinny piece of leather on the back of the leather strap. He snugged the straps on his head, and tightened them. He noticed that the mask flips down and up, like a welding helmet, he flipped down the mask over his face, and for whatever reason; he felt as though he was seeing the world differently. He left his apartment, and went outside to the bus stop; he rode on the bus until he finally got to his destination. He walked a couple block and found the commentary, and went in. It was still snowing, and the entire graveyard was covered in it. He walked and found a group of people, all in suits, and all wearing a mask. When he approached the group, they came up and shook his hand.

"We're sorry for your loss Jethro." One of them said.

"Thank ya for havin' this funeral for them, I suppose…" Jethro said, awkwardly.

"It should've neva ended this way." Another said.

"Yeah… but it can't be helped."

"Your mother and sister were good women"

"Yes, they were…"

"Forgive us Jethro, we shouldn't have let this happen to them"

"It's alright, I'm sure ya did what ya could…"

"Shannon was just young to go, she was a beautiful girl, looked like her mother"

"Yes, they both were very alike…"

"Jethro…" said a familiar voice, Jethro turned around at the direction of it, the group of figures moved out of the way for Angkor, "I'm glad you came, do you want to go see their caskets…?"

"Yeah, I would."

"Then follow me…" Angkor turned around and walked towards the two caskets, Jethro followed him close by.

"Who are these things?" he asked nervously

"These are members like I, you should not fear them, like you do not fear me…"

"So, all of ya guys ran from Australia, and came here?"

"No, most of them are here just for the funeral, afterwards they will go back to Australia…"

"To fight? I thought ya said it was a losin' battle"

"It is, but to those, life is no longer valuable, and it is no different to death…"

"Life is no longer valuable to them…" Jethro looked down at the snow, those words had more sting than the snow itself. Angkor looked at him.

"Does that bother you Jethro…?" he asked him.

"No, its fine…" Jethro shook his head, for a twenty yard walk, it felt like miles. They finally reached the alters with the two caskets on them, there were other figures who were there, paying their respects.

"Here they are, the one on the left is Shannon, the other one is your mother…" Angkor said as he pointed to indicate who was in it. Jethro slowly walked up, first to his sister, and then went to his mother's. He wanted to touch the caskets, cry over them, pray over them, at least show some kind of mourning or emotion, but he couldn't, he felt that it was impossible. He tried to touch his mother's casket, but he hesitated, he looked at his hand, tainted red from blood, and bandaging that was stained even more, he quickly withdraw his hand, and walked back to Angkor, who was watching his every move, "are you finished mourning for them…?" he asked.

"Y-yeah…yeah I am…" he stuttered, Angkor continued to look at him, even though Jethro could not see Angkor's face, he knew that he was looking at him with pity.

"We will carry the caskets to their burials now, would you like to have the honor to help carry one casket…?" Angkor finally said, Jethro shook his head silently, Angkor took a deep sigh, "Tainted hands do not make tainted bodies…" and walked forward to tell the others that the they will move the bodies. Jethro was stunned that he knew what he was thinking, but he snapped out of it, and followed the crowd as the bodies were moved. The walk felt long, but finally they reached the graves for his mother and sister. The caskets were placed in the grave, and everyone was then handed two white roses.

"White roses?" Jethro questioned as he examined the flowers, Angkor, and many others placed one rose Shannon's casket, and the other one on his mother's casket. When Angkor was finished he walked up to Jethro.

"Aren't you going to place the roses on their caskets…?" he looked at Jethro , as if he was examining him like before, "those are white roses, they symbolize purity, like your sister and mother. Think of it as a prayer or blessing, that their next life is happier than this one…" Jethro just nodded and walked up and tossed the rose down in the grave were it landed on top of the casket, he did the same to the other. He stepped back, and let others follow suit, and then he watched as two figures, at each grave, burying the bodies. After the graves were filled, everyone left. Jethro and Angkor walked back to the bus stop, "Jethro would you like it if I were to accompany you and help comfort you…?" Angkor asked.

"No, I'm okay, I'm alright you can go home." Jethro said softly, Angkor just nodded , the bus came and Jethro climbed in, he sat down saw Angkor standing outside, he was waving at him. Jethro waved back, and the bus drove away. When he got to the apartment, he walked quickly as he can, he ignored the landlord who greeted him, he ignored everything, and went into his apartment. He ripped the mask off, and fell on the floor on his knees and wept, "Oh bloody hell…oh god….oh god….why….oh bloody fucking hell….damn it…."