The funeral had disturbed Falx a great more than it had showed at the time. To him funerals were times when you moron the living and the dead. Even if it was the enemy. That is what pissed him off, who ever this was didn't hold to that ideal. Sure it was a tad outdated but it keeps things civilized. In the end he just accepted that those were his ideals and that most people wouldn't understand them. Still it pissed him off and he would make sure that who ever it was got the same thing to them. He couldn't hold onto it though he knew he couldn't. It wasn't healthy, that was somethign his mentor had taught him. He laughs. Taught wasn't the right word. His mentor had made him learn to deal with it. ~Can't do this just sitting around and being pissed.~
He gets off the coach and goes to look for Tug. He's not home. Falx smiles thinking about his brother, Tug helps him stay sane sometimes. After making sure that everything was in order, doors were locked etc. Falx leaves the house and starts to wander down the street. After an hour he finds himself in front of a cemetery. He wavers at the front gate wanting to go in but disliking cemeteries even before his friends were buried in them. Finally going in after what seems like waiting for minutes.
As he walks through the cemetary, careful to not disturb any gifts left by people or to step on graves, his mind goes back to when he was overseas. His friends, his squad the people he had served with for a year. Now most of them were like the people around him. Six feet under and part of what ever lays beyond life. Falx wasn't sure what lays beyond death, it didn't concern him. Once he was dead then he would find out or not. He had stopped fearing death soon after the first bullets started to slam past his head on his first mission. If it was his time then it was otherwise he would fight tooth and nail to remain in this world. He shakes his head trying to clear away images of his friends. He find himself at the center of the cemetery there stands a statue of an angel with its arms outstretched to the sky. Guiding the departed onto the next life maybe. Falx wasn't sure. It was comforting though, something he felt connected to.
He sits down at the feet of the angel his head hangs low as his friends return to him again. His right hand goes to his left upper arm where the names of his friends are tattooed. Tears start to slowly slide down his face. He lets them go, its maybe the third time hes cried for his friends. Keeping it bottled inside as his life suddenly became a lot more complicated and deadly. His normal appearance, that of a soldier falls, now he looks defeated as he cries quietly to himself.
A few minutes goes by and then a gentle breeze finds its way through the cemetery and caresses his face. He looks up as the breeze touches his cheek and sees the sun as the clouds blow past. It reminds him of the tower and his awakening. His new purpose in this world. He smiles remembering being told what he was after he woke up. Laughing at his friend partially in pain partially from the pain killers and partially because magic wasn't real. Ha his friend had the last laugh, healing him there on the spot and getting him out of the medical facility.
He chuckles to himself quietly looking out over the graves. Remembering what his mentor had told him about lose. That it is best to cry and accept it than to dwell on it and have it haunt you. He taps his left upper arm lightly smiling. He wouldn't let their sacrifices go in vane. The military made sure of that overseas and he would make sure of that back home. No more allowing the past to haunt him now it would motivate him. He would serve and protect those he had sworn to and make the world a safer place if only in Sacramento. His head falls back and he sees the angel upside down. "The path of the Mighty, chosen of the Aether." He murmurs quietly to himself. He grins. "Fine then" now with more conviction. "Path of the Mighty it is. Let us see where this path leads me shall we?" He looks at the angel addressing what ever may be paying attention.
Taking a knee he spins to face the angel and remains on one knee. "I swear to honor my fallen friends to protect the ones still in this world and to lead when no others will. So I have been chosen so I accept." He stands and bows slightly to the statue. A solemn smile fills his face as he makes his way out of the cemetery. He feels content with himself for the first time in a while, now at peace with his demons he is ready to face what ever it is that threatens this city.