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Seth stood over Dante's grave filled with nothing but regret. Just to the left of his grave was Denzels. Both well done and made of fine marble. It was the morning, Seth hadn't been able to sleep well. He was devastated hearing about Denzel's death. First Dante, and now her. It seemed like all of his friends were dying and there was nothing he could do to save them. Denzel was the very first friend Seth had made when he arrived to the Avaleur schools. He looked at her grave. It absolutely killed him to think that Denzel died mad at him, he regretted the way he treated her after 'the massacre.' then she went away for awhile and Seth never knew if she forgave him or not. His heart sunk, remembering the adventures that he, Denzel, and Dante had together and he remembered vividly what Denzel told him at the town meeting, that he was just like Steele. Those words hurt now more than ever. He sat by their graves wondering if there was anything he could have done to save them. If it were his fault that his decisions led to both of their deaths. He felt alone and full of regret but mostly right now, he was just in shock. It had been a few months, and they were both dead. There was nothing he could say, he didn't know what to do.
Kavanah flew to the entrance of the graveyard, he had to see Denzel's grave. He did feel somewhat responsible. He walked by the other graves and noticed a Seth. He seemed to be at Dante's grave which is where he thought Denzel's would be. He walked up slowly and quietly, "Seth? That you?"
Seth sadly looked at Kavanah and looked back at the two graves. "Yeah.." He says. He wasn't crying, but he was very depressed. It was silent around the grave yard, nothing sounded except the wind. "I can't believe they're gone..." He says. Maybe if he stood up to Steele, Denzel would still be alive. "Three months...and they're both gone...I know that in some way...this is my fault. I wasn't strong enough to save Dante, and I was too scared to stand up to Steele...and now look where they are..."
"I...I know.." Seth says. "I've told myself over and over that it wasn't my fault, but it's true. It was my fault, I should have never treated Denzel the way I did...I just hope she didn't die mad at me."
"Well...." Kavanah looked at the ground. He could play his harp to communicate with the dead, but would that help Seth? He figured the risk was too high, "I don't think she was."
"Well..I guess there's no way of ever knowing now." Seth says sighing. "Kavanah, what do you think the afterlife is like?" He asks. "Do you think Denzel and Dante are happy?"
Kavanah hung his head as he shook it, "No I have had no word on him. The place around his room was a nut house while I was in the infirmary recovering. Haven't been back sense."