No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get his fallen friend out of his mind. Wolf kept staring in the mirror, his damaged eye covered by an eyepatch, hiding away the gruesome details. Even if he could forget about what had happened, the physical remains were still there, haunting him, a reminder of days gone by and potential left unfulfilled.

Leon was nearby, slowly getting himself dressed. The two had managed to get rental suits for the visitation, and Leon was taking his time getting himself ready, not really wanting to go but having no choice in the matter. It was the least they could do for their fallen friend.

Wolf tried to shake the image of Algy's lifeless body from his mind. It was a lost cause. The memories of their adventures together kept flooding his brain, and the realization that the memories were all he had left made him feel more alone than ever before. He couldn't bear to look at himself anymore.

"Hey, man, you ready?" Leon called out from the other room.

Wolf took a deep breath and turned away from the mirror. "No... not really..." He let out a sigh, as his gaze remained fixed on his own reflection.

"Look," said Leon, entering the room. "We should get going before it's too late. As much as I would prefer not to do this."

"Yeah," Wolf sighed. "No sense being a coward now."

As he got up, he felt he was losing his balance, and Leon grabbed him before he fell down to the ground. Wolf growled as he struggled to find his footing, getting close to the wall for support.

"Are you good?" Leon asked.

"No, Dammit!" Wolf snapped. "Just... just get me my cane, alright?" He growled as he glared out of his lone eye. Leon handed the cane to Wolf as he frowned furiously.

Wolf limped his way to the door, with Leon walking closely behind him, ready to catch him if he fell, despite Wolf's objections. The two of them left the room in silence, walking down the hallway of the hotel they had been living in for the past few days. Wolf grumbled as he limped towards the taxi parked outside, and as he got inside, he left out a sigh of relief as he was able to stretch out his sore legs in the taxicab.

As they rode in the back of the taxi, Wolf stared out the window at the passing scenery, made all the more obvious considering his head was turned to the side, considering his impairment.

Thoughts of guilt and responsibility flooded Wolf's mind. He kept thinking of what he could have done differently, how he could have avoided the mess he got himself into, how he should have had a career in the Cornerian Army by now of it weren't for circumstances out of his control.

"Stop it," Leon suddenly said, breaking the silence. "Stop blaming yourself. This wasn't your fault."

Wolf turned his head to look at Leon. The two of them locked their eyes for a moment, and then Wolf turned to stare back out the window.

"I know," he admitted. "But it's hard not to think about it."

They kept to themselves as the taxi arrived at the funeral home, tucked away in a cozy corner of high society. Their rental suits helped them blend in with the other patrons nearby, making sure nobody would figure out who they were.

They entered inside the home and before entering the main room, Wolf stood still and took a deep breath, biting his lips in resentment.

"Let's go."

As they went inside, the casket holding Algy in place was front and center, and immediately Wolf's heart sank. He could see Algy laying inside, completely still and lifeless, the color fading away from his face.

"Can't believe they managed to put his face together after what happened," Leon whispered quietly to Wolf.

"Shut up," Wolf snarled back. He was in no mood to talk.

As they approached the casket, Wolf's heart began to race and his breathing quickened. He struggled to keep his composure as he stood over Algy's casket. He wanted to say something, anything to his fallen friend, but the words wouldn't come. The image of him lying there, never to speak or smile again, was a hard pill to swallow.

Leon came up behind him and placed a hand on his shoulder in support. Wolf didn't want to cry, not in front of everyone, but he couldn't help himself. He tried to fight back the tears, but it was no use. He let out a sob and turned away from the casket, facing away from Leon as he stormed out into the hallway to get away from the public eye.

His chest heaving with sobs, Wolf stumbled into an empty room, the door closing softly behind him. He leaned back against the door, sliding down to the floor, his emotions overwhelming him. He couldn't bear to see his friend like that, so lifeless and still. He felt guilty for being alive while Algy was dead.

The thoughts that plagued him before had returned in full force, and he couldn't escape them. They were part of him, a never-ending reminder of what had happened. Wolf clenched his fists, pressing them hard into his thighs, feeling the anger and frustration boiling up inside him.

Leon entered the room a few minutes later, taking in the sight of his friend curled up on the floor in a heap. He sat down next to him, not saying anything, but just being there for his friend.

"You know, he would have wanted us to keep going," Leon said finally, breaking the silence. "To keep fighting."

Wolf said nothing, keeping to himself as Leon sat beside him on the floor and gently stroked the hair on his head. It was all Leon could do at the moment, as Wolf slowly collected himself.

"I'm... sorry, Leon," Wolf mumbled, his voice hoarse. "I didn't mean to break down like that. I just..."

"There's no need to apologize at a time like this," Leon replied, his own voice a bit shaky. "We'll find a way to keep the team going. Algy would have wanted it this way."

"Yeah..."

An elderly female lemur entered the room the two were in, unaware of what was going on. She seemed to recognize Wolf and Leon almost immediately, her face turning red in anger instantaneously.

"You're the two responsible for all this!" she shouted out in rage. She ran over to where Wolf was and started beating him up, as Wolf snapped out of his mournful state and pushed off the enraged lemur, using his cane as an impromptu weapon.

Another lemur ran into the room, hearing the commotion from afar. "What the hell?" He separated the woman from Wolf, as the elderly woman continued to shout in a rage.

"Don't you know they killed our son?"

"Now, wait a minute!" The father glared at Wolf for a moment, but returned back to his wife. "We have no time for this."

The two left the room without another word, leaving Wolf and Leon dumbfounded at what had just occurred.

Leon looked anxiously toward Wolf. "You... didn't say anything about what we did with Algy to his parents, right?"

"Not a word." Wolf brushed off his suit and gritted his teeth as he stood up from the ground. "Let's get out of here."