Ariana was one of the first people to follow the fallen hero. She was carrying Melanie on her hip, but surprisingly, her free hand was gripping onto Alex's. The height was prominent, but never so much till one saw that Alex had the basically lean down for her to hold his hand. The electric woman had tears welling up in her eyes now, threatening to spill over. Her feet her marching to the pound of pain in her head. 

Juliettee followed beside Ryan, softly squeezing his hand the entire time. Her mismatched eyes were flickering over the mourning crowd. Almost everyone was looking down. She never noticed at funerals that people did that so often; it was as if that the sight of the coffin would curse them. Very few were actually looking at the coffin, however. She turned her head to look up at Ryan. His features were still stone still.

Out of the three, Crystal's eyes were watering the most. The crystal woman with immense anger issues was crying harder than the wife of the deceased, and even the son. She didn't sniffle, though, just silent streams of sadness ran down her cheeks.