Richie felt obligated to come. 

He didn't really know why, as he wasn't familiar with most of the deceased aside from the former White King, and even then it was only in a follower-leader relationship. Still, it was a tragedy to see so many futures lost to the unknown. However, on the other hand it was that very catalyst that made him step up his game and take the Ivory Masks as his own; So no one else would be snuffed out before reaching their true potential. There was also the little known hedonistic way things were being handled, but to dwell on that would be an insult to the dead.

The part of him that still held on to the hate said that she deserved it, that her end was justified, she was just using others for her own goals after all.

The newer part, the one who wanted to protect, just felt guilty that he couldn't save her. 

Maybe that was why he was sitting near the back of the auditorium, a sullen look on his face as he stared at the School President prepare her speech. Or maybe he just needed an hour or so to himself, with the Black King declaring war so soon after the Masks lost all order. He had been fighting for three weeks straight until he established his own version of the guild from the still burning embers of the last. 

He clenched his fists, cracking his knuckles mindlessly as he tried to stay focused on the here and now. Whatever reason that lead to him waiting for the speech didn't matter, he was there to offer his condolences to a dead King that would never know the road her death built for her former guild.