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“Don’t you have anything to say?” Cold eyes that showed signs of sleeplessness met his own.
Keya slowly shook his head, staring at his platform boots.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what else I can offer you.”

The two stood in silence for a while longer before the man slowly started for the door. Keya closed his eyes briefly, relieved that this confrontation was almost over.

He didn’t expect the ever-quiet mourner to grab him by his gel-encrusted hair and slam his face into the nearest wall before leaving.