A few days later, Godfrey stood beside his mother in a suit, along with hundreds upon hundreds of people, all bringing flowers to the monument set up to honour the Vagabonds who had lost their lives during the fight.
The sun was exceptionally bright today in Paradise, and Godfrey watched as the Elite Class, one by one, went up to lay flowers in honour of their squad members.
"Won't you go?" Valentina asked him softly.
Godfrey remained silent for a while. "Everyone will be watching, and it would feel like I'm being judged. They all died because I was tracked."
Valentina responded with a gentle smile. "Is that so? They didn't die because you were tracked, but because they chose to fight for a member of their cohort. If you can't go alone, then go with me."
As she spoke, Valentina entwined her fingers with his and slowly led him up the grand staircase. Godfrey's head remained tilted downward.
