A lone metal giant stood among the many tombstones. The winter winds were strong and harsh, everything was silent, nothing moved, not even Konrad. He stared at the grave in front of him, reminiscing about the days before all the uncertainty. Konrad didn't like the state of things, no one was credible any longer. Not that he hadn't already known about the actors, but now, even he was kept on a tight leash by the media. Everyone was, who was next, who else would be dethroned and discovered. Everything was out of balance and it was all thanks to the name inscribed on the grave in front of him.

Konrad's visor came up, revealing his face. Something he never did, but for all the trouble Eric had caused, he still deserved more respect than most. He was an icon, and whether he was an actor or a real hero, he was still symbol of justice. Something the people looked up to, the day he died a beacon of hope perished.


Konrad kneeled placing a bouquet of roses at the base of the grave. Taking a little bit more time to think. He would keep vigil in Eric's stead, or die trying.

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LAIKA OF GS!