never said that victory came without casualties | axel's funeral

[Amren]

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Amren cared not for funerals. They were nothing save a mortal construct and she most certainly wasn't a mortal... spiritually anyways. The body she currently occupied was as mortal (and as tiny, much to her chagrin) as it got and she despised the fragile form with every fiber of her being. She could barely tolerate it, her only consoling factor being that this was a far better alternative than that prison she had resided in. The former Death Angel might have been confined to this sack of flesh and blood, but she figured that that was much better than rotting in that jail cell with nothing to do and nobody to sweet-talk. Not to mention the fact that her original dimension hadn't produced gemstones as big and beautiful as the ones this dimension did. A minute detail but something she appreciated nonetheless.

Oh, but the funeral. Yes, she had completely forgotten about that for a moment.

She had joined the masses just before Cain had begun to speak, elbowing her way to the front not because she cared but because she absolutely hated simply staring at backs. She was striking and beautiful, if she did say so herself, but her height certainly was where she almost quite literally fell flat. Maybe one day, Amren would abandon this body in search of one even prettier and much, much taller. Though, despite her general dislike of this one, it had grown on her.

Because she kept getting distracted by, well, herself, the little spitfire opted to remain silent. To her, it was one of those 'if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all' things. She didn't know Axel. She thought funerals were pointless. And she hated being so close to so many of her fellow Blackfallen. This obviously was important to Cain though, and no matter how vain and conceited Amren might have been, she knew she shouldn't take that away from him.

So she watched.

Watched as that tiny boat caught fire and began its final voyage into the ocean that bordered their home. The flames reflected in her stark silver eyes, dancing there before fading more and more as the boat moved away from them.  Cain would be a good leader, Amren decided in that moment, stealing a glance at the man. She hated to say it, but she halfway liked their new commander.