Will had, solemnly, saluted to Lazar at the cremation. He couldn't even avenge his sister or brother. He died a non dignified death with dignity: Being dissected. It made Wills' heart ache, but for once, he was reminded of what Alcohol was good for. Drowning out your sorrows. He was in regular ParaCom attire as he chugged down another mug of beer and taking a bite out of the Roc kebab. All of his thoughts of it being a chicken were true: It tasted like chicken. A faint smile formed on his face, but it disappeared. [i]'Never again.'[/i] Yeah. Never again.

ParaCom will come. They will see. They will destroy.
If it bleeds; It can be killed. That was the ParaCom way.

Will chugged down another mug of beer.