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With the rest of the team visiting Robert, Grane figured he might as well clear out Delta’s locker. Find personal effects to send back to the family; It was the least he could do. Hell, they had been shipped out so fast Delta didn’t really lock much up. Made the job easier. The locker was organized well, clean and uncluttered. It was expected for someone with some military background. 

Then again, there wasn’t much to begin with. There was only a duffel bag, some ammo belts, and a pair of binoculars. The ammo belts didn’t carry much, so he set those aside quickly. Grane grabbed the duffel bag next, slowly shifting through it’s contents. 

He found an expensive sounding brand of coffee beans, along with some various tools he assumed were for brewing said coffee. Well, in the short hours he knew the kid, Delta did mention something about coffee. Perhaps he’d keep this for himself. A sort of memento to the fallen sharpshooter.

A teddy bear was next. For a military sniper, it was a bit odd. But perhaps Delta had a soft spot for stuffed animals. And he was an airhead. A good shot, but still an airhead.

Finally, Grane pulled out a photograph. It was Delta, next to a girl he assumed was a sister of sorts. Upon closer inspection, there was some writing on the back of the photo. 

[hider=To My Little Brother][color=ec008c]Hey! Congrats on getting accepted to Beacon! I know dad hasn’t been too happy about it, but I’m sure he’ll turn around with time. Try and make some friends alright? I won’t be around to force you to socialise, so try harder than your usual! I’ll miss you greatly. I’ll visit you when I can. You can introduce me to your new friends when I come take a gander!

P.S. Get rid of that teddy bear. You’re dorming now, people won’t make friends with you if they see that thing, ya big baby :)[/color][/hider]

Well… Grane figured he should write a letter of sorts. Usually all families got were some copypasted crap that offered little closure.

[hider=Dear Delta's Sister]
[color=00a651]My name is Grane Blauer. We have never met, but I knew your little Brother the best out of his team. You have probably gotten the news about it already. I am sorry. Delta was strange, and quirky, but he was a good kid. I'm not writing this letter simply to offer my condolences, as I am sure you have gotten many of those already. I wish to offer you a little closure on your brother's untimely death. 

Our team was on a mission to clear a fort. Infiltration was a bust, and we were soon found and ambushed by a sizable amount of grimm forces. Your brother provided overwatch, sacrificing his life so that we could escape with some injured. He was eventually swarmed by the horde, and we were unable to assist. He died a hero. I hope that gives you some peace. Delta's a true hunter in my book.

From, 
Grane Blauer[/color][/hider]

While Grane did twist a lot of facts, or outright lied... he figured it was better that way. He left out the parts where it was probably Robert's fault, and the part where Delta was dragged away before he could do much. At least this way, Delta's family might be able to move on more easily. The last thing they needed was to find a target for their resentment, or harbor more grief that he died for nothing. A harmless lie... or so he hoped.

Grane placed all of Delta's personal belongings back in the duffel bag, along with his letter, and placed the duffel bag on Delta's bed. He'd have to call someone down to pick it up. Grane was just glad he wasn't going to be the bearer of bad news. He'd rather face all the grimm in the world than tell someone's family to their face that their son/brother died on his first mission at Beacon.