It's a terrible day for rain

He wasn't sure how to feel or think about this. He felt...indifferent. Then again, he was kind of used to death at this point. His mother died. Malleus. And now Aureus. While he hadn't gotten to really know him, he did know that Aureus had been one of Aerie's greatest warriors. And now, he was going to ascend to be with the greatest of the greats. The Lord Abraxas himself. He waited behind the others as they all approached and left their offerings and last words to him. He wasn't much of the social type, but even he knew when a fallen warrior deserved respect. So to show him, Zagan had brought a knife made from obsidian that he had crafted himself. When the way was clear, the dark male made his way to the pyre, sparing a glance to Eligos as he nodded his sympathy.

Turning back to the Pyre, the youth placed the knife and briefly watched as the flames licked at it before he turned to allow for someone else to approach if they chose. He spotted his brother but was hesitant to approach him. They hadn't spent much time together for a long while now...but he felt maybe his brother was hurting a good deal. Feeling bad about that, he decided to offer his silent comfort. He moved to sit with him. Gently touching his shoulder to Iroh's. "I'm sorry." He whispered. Not just the fact they had lost Aureus, but for everything. He knew it wouldn't be enough, but...he was starting to ache for some form of bond that he hadn't quite cared for since their mother had died...