Vi sighed. "Any fairy tail magic is fine. As long as your magic is how you feel, then it's not inappropriate for a funeral." She said before standing up. A black knife that seemed to absorb the light around it began to form. "A fairy tail send-off." Vi threw the knife she had in her hand as hard upwards as she could, and once it reached it's apex, the knife exploded into small black embers that drifted down. After watching the embers for a few seconds, she sat down beside the boy. "God, I hate myself for using terrible lines like that." She said to herself. After that, she took out a cigarette and stuck it in her own mouth. She didn't light it, though.