Morning dew clings to the grass, holding tight as it can before falling free to splatter across the dirt below, the air deathly silent as a crowd of the park guests huddle upon a hill.
Marth stands over the open grave, tears flowing freely from his eyes. He gazes quietly across the mass of friends Hannah had acquired, really in awe of how many people she must have truly helped. So many lives touched, and so many lives pained. Because of him? Because of all of this? This park isn't worth it, she was so... special, so unique. And now he will never get a chance to really mend that friendship with her, the one SHE was the bigger 'man' to and brought about. So many questions that will never be answered... or maybe... Marth glances over to her friends, moving over closer to comfort some of the ones whom he sees match him, tear for tear.
Naomi stands in the back, and catches the lead buck's eye. Jeremy walks over to talk to her, his feet shuffling and his stance showing the heavy weight on his shoulders. He doesn't even say a word as he reaches her, just standing before her and staring her in the eyes with intensity that could melt steel.
Naomi clears her throat nervously "We have your mother comfortable but contained. Though we're willing to cooperate and offer materials to the fact the... change might have been affecting her rationale, she still is going to have to face charges, and she will be going into custody at the gates." Jeremy seems to slump more as she continues "We are offering one of our researchers to aid you, her name is Meghan, she has been researching this very thing. Jeremy, I am sorry this happened, I really am. It is horrible for everyone."
She places her hand on his shoulder, only to have him shrug off the primate's small hand. "You have no idea, absolutely none." He says, skulking off by himself, pausing to embrace Leticia, and ignoring the fact that standing right beside her is Marth, before moving off on his own as they begin to shovel the dirt atop the grave.
Leticia buries her face in Marth's chest, yearning for comfort, Marth looks down at the woman he used to call his, and now wishes he could be anywhere else. Not here. Not like this. But the times aren't his to control, and so he does what he can, and comforts the crying doe as he looks after where Jeremy went...