Chapter 1214: joke
In a cemetery, the Reapers gathered around the casket. All of their expressions were dark, some were even teary. But they kept their back straight, exuding an air of pride and respect. None of them spoke a word from the start until now, as if they were all busy letting this reality sink in.
"I can’t do this."
After a long time of stifling silence, Tiger muttered. His jaw tightened as he clasped his hands into a tight fist, shaking his head in refusal.
"We can’t do this," he added under his breath. "I’m not doing this."
"Tiger." Wolf planted a hand on his shoulder, offering a weak and sorrowful smile.
Tiger shook his head. "I can’t, Wolf. Hera —"
"This is... what we agreed on." Pain swirled in Wolf’s eyes, but he tried his best to stay strong. "We did our best, and it’s time to let go."
Tears formed in the corner of Tiger’s eyes, clenching his teeth as he gazed at the casket. Wolf took a deep breath and cast the people around the casket a look.
"Put it down."
Having said that, the men standing near the four corners of the casket carried it down to the ground. As they did, Tiger hung his head low, his shoulders trembling. Wolf maintained a composed expression while keeping his gaze on the casket, but he couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down his cheek.
It wasn’t just them, but Joker, Fig, Primo, and everyone else except the absent Moose hung their heads low and grieved in a profound silence.