It was that time again. Time to visit the grave of her parents. She went every year, at the same time. And now, her sister's own grave was there. They hadn't been able to bring back her body -- it faded. The same way all the Farseers bodies did. A twang of guilt ran through Lightning's body. She was the reason her sister had a grave this early. She also believed that she was the reason that her parents were here as well. She didn't remember much about them, but her own nature got the best of her. She truly believed that she was the reason everyone she loved was dead. She had brought a bouquet of flowers. It wasn't extravagant, just a small bouquet of tulips. She remembered that her mother loved them. But her dad -- he wasn't much of a flower person. She didn't remember him as well as she remembered her mother. Serah wasn't a flower girl either, she preferred the ocean as Lightning did. In her pocket, she had a sea shell, specifically for Serah. She knew that even though her body wasn't here, her spirit was. And at least, she had some offering for her. As she neared the grave sight for them, she saw someone else standing there. Or...was it right next to her family's? When she got closer, she realized that the person -- now identified as a male -- was standing next to her family's grave sight. He had spiky blond hair, and was not someone she knew. She tried to keep her attention on her task at hand, having finally reached her parents' and Serah's graves. Kneeling down, she closed her eyes and said a small prayer. She was never big on praying, but when it came to her family that was different. Laying the flowers against the ground, she moved her attention to Serah's headstone. I'm so sorry, Serah... It was her own thoughts, and her guilt that showed on her face. Standing back up, her eyes graduated to the man standing next to her, pain visible on his features as well. Was there someone he was grieving as well? Turning her attention to the grave in front of him, she noticed that it was a woman's name -- the words written below her name... 'mother.' So..it must be his mother that he was grieving. Her expression softened slightly, a comforting hand was placed on his shoulder. "I'm sorry for your loss." Her tone was soft, almost remorseful. She knew that her words wouldn't do much, wouldn't console him -- just as those words hadn't consoled her when she lost her sister. But still, they were both here, grieving the loss of a loved one, standing alone with too much on their shoulders.