A/N: Direct sequel to the last drabble. Still serious, but not as much.
In year 186 of Zenkyoshi, seven others joined those at the June 2nd memorial. They would be the first ones, and only ones ever to also take part in it.
As Stellath finished her sentence, the new seven gazed blankly at the other regulars.
Nicole groaned. "We've been doing this for years, and yes you're included as those that we're referring to. You should be anyway, just because you happen to be here with us right now doesn't mean we should leave you out."
The boy beside her frowned. "Yeah, but it still makes me feel weird."
Nicole said nothing, but stared into the fire with a faraway look. The boy realized with the memories of this day and everything included, it was still extremely painful to think about those who had joined for the memorial.
Without another word, he pulled the girl who had once been his battling rival and traveling companion into a hug.
"It's okay. Maybe we're not alive, but we're still here regardless. We're here, we're all proud of what you've accomplished, and I'm glad that we can all be together again. I mean, eleven out of twelve months of the year as physical spirits is pretty awesome, right?"
Nicole let out a choked sob. "Can I cry now?"
"Yes."
The two sat for a few moments, sitting there embracing each other, remembering everything and knowing that things would be better for years to come.
Someone wolf whistled.
"Shut up Charizard," they both said, grinning.