Gen's tears finally ran dry, all that remained were the stains on the black dress-shirt he'd worn, his fist still raised, he listened to some of the others bicker, some yelling about how improper it was to do something like this at a funeral, and he found it difficult to fault their logic. He heard another with an excellent point as well, he believed the man's name was Zero, he hadn't talked extensively with him before, but he couldn't find fault in his words either. He didn't care what was said now, he'd calmed down and held his head higher, though he did still avert looking people in the eyes. Hearing Aura's idea to give them a proper sendoff, Gen looked down at the mark on his forearm, the rain trickling down his bare skin and the sleeve of his shirt, droplets fell upon it, and he remembered the day he'd joined that Makarov welcomed him with open arms, even though he didn't respect Fairy Tail any more than any other guild. The fact that the death of a few members could move him so drew some strange compulsion in him, and he suddenly walked over to where Aura stood beside the stand.

He turned to face Aura and in a rather hoarse, dry sounding voice said: [b]"If you can't do it alone...I'll help. They deserve at least that much..."[/b] He'd calmed down now, and he was actively using his Ripple magic to breath, regaining his composure.