They were alone. The funeral was over, and the crowd of people hovering around the open grave site had dispersed.
Tentatively, Matt made his way over to where his friend stood, silently sobbing and shaking. He put a hand out to touch Foggy's shoulder and comfort him, but Foggy recoiled like he'd been struck.
"Don't you dare touch me!" Foggy said coldly. "You stay the hell away from me."
"Foggy..." Matt said, his voice trembling. "I loved her too, you know."
"Did you?" Foggy said bitterly. "Because I don't think you did. I think you used her, like you use everyone, for your own ends. She worshiped you, you know. Respected you. Wanted you, even. And I don't think you even ever really considered her aside from what she could do for you."
"That is not true," Matt said, but he was interrupted by his former friend's fury as he was shoved violently backwards and fell into the grass in an undignified heap.
"I told you!" Foggy screamed in his direction, tears streaming down his face. "I TOLD YOU! I said that this would end badly for everyone, including us, but you never listen. Because you needed redemption. You needed to make yourself feel better about your shitty life. You couldn't stop listening to the sirens. And now, once again, someone else had to pay for your decisions, never you. Karen had to pay, Matt. She's gone," Foggy sobbed, "and it's your fault. And you are going to have to live with that for the rest of your life. Without me. Because I'm done." Foggy stormed away towards the street, and Matt knew in his heart that it was really over. He was alone.