I Hate Idiots

Tranquil steps followed after another, moving towards the captain, luminous turquoise pearls locking on the other. Though his tone showed no sign of weakness, no pain, no fear, he could sense it in the look in his eyes. The darting stare of agony — grief shooting through the puerile captain just by leveling his gaze with his.

“Have you come to pay your respects?” he questioned, looking past the captain as his gaze set on two gravestones.

To be honest, the captain didn't even mean to show up here. In fact, a part of him was trying to avoid it, but he ended up here anyway. "...Yeah," he sighed lightly and moved up a bit, trailing through the grass before sitting in front of the gravestones. 

The captain was exhausted, the loss of her obviously not being much help on him. 

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