Funerals are never happy occasions.
At least, none of the ones that Kellen had ever been to. He'd been to several over his many years as an active Field Guide, and many more over his whole life. As family friends, Aunts, Uncles and cousins passed away either due to heartbreak, murder, or suicide. Kellen considered the first and the last listed as the same thing.
The morning of the funeral felt heavy. The weight of it had always loomed over the Saturn Guild, but today felt especially hard.
Rhys and Kellen dressed in their uniforms, already naturally black due to the nature of their jobs. Kellen didn't wear his Guild uniform, instead wearing the uniform of a Field Guide. It was a way to honour his students who had fallen, who had been prepared, ready and excited to go into gates but there was no way to prepare for the hell that was a poison gate.
