He stands. He makes the sign of the aquila and holds it in salute until the
bang of the teleport flare begins to fade.
They are gone. The wind drops, sparks of decorporealisation drift like
fireflies, and the transmaterial dust begins to settle.
Loken kneels beside his father’s corpse. He places his hand on his father’s
shoulder. Now there is no one left to see, he weeps