With a small smile, Chaplain looked to Deathwright, before bowing his head. "Thank you, Deathwright. I will remember this night."
Looking to Digger, the Beta grinned, although looking more weary than he ever had in his life. "Yes but someone will need to ride my trike," he confessed. "Although, if anyone scratches it, I will kill them."
As they began to move, Chaplain glanced to the hole he had dug himself out of and paused, staring at the grave. With a moment of closing his eyes and a deep breath, he followed the Crusaders towards the truck.
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