Alliance Memorial Cemetary, Vancouver, Monday

Kaidan'd been putting this off. He should've left on Saturday, instead of moping around the house. His room. He hadn't actually left that, come to think of it.

He was here now, though. That mattered, right? He was here, he'd brought flowers, he... walked around, looking for grave stones that marked empty graves. Not just Shepard and Ash. XO Pressly, both Privates Draven-- Pakti, Emerson, Lowe-- so many names-- and Jenkins-- okay, Jenkins' had a body. He might be the only dead man off the Normandy who did.

Kaidan wasn't sure. He hadn't been around for the salvage attempt. Hadn't really heard of them digging anything up, but...

He didn't know.

He put flowers on every stone. It felt... useless. He'd come here to renew his promise to them, to Shepard especially, about the Reapers. But it didn't really matter, did it? Or... maybe it did. He wasn't sure of much right now. That he was angry, yes. That he was grieving, yes.

Everything else in his head was a mess.

He stared down at Shepard's grave stone and said-- "Hey."

That would have to do.

[ establishy ]