[Lockon was always the one who had said that their deaths could not just be remembered; it had to serve a purpose, lest the violent, terrible act that took place would just be a painful barb stabbing into his heart. As it was, he could use that pain to spur him forward, instead of just carrying it with him. He put a hand on top of Lyle's, looking up, and trying his best not to look upset.] I... We need to find some way of remembering them. [He frowned at the thought, but pressed on.] There is no calendar here, but there are holidays, so...