[ There are footsteps behind her now. Familiar figures of the Ptolemaios crew (save for those IN Marina, whose faces are blurred out) all step around the pair and make their way toward the headstone. Each of them hand a bouquet of flowers to the other man, who accepts them as if he was some kind of pageant winner - with a soft smile, a bow of the head, and a silent "thank you" - before setting them on a large pile on the steps.
Lockon scoffs, glaring at their turned backs. ] Do they get to judge what's fair?