There were better ways to go. Honorable or with dignity. It was so wrong that someone who was a trusted comrade was the one to snuff out your flame and leave you buried in the trash. It was an ache that would likely never subside, but it also wasn't going to bring her back. The box of items, just served as a dreadful reminder of the failures and loss.
"I can do a pizza." Nyx commented as he set the picture on the desk in his much larger room now. At least he had a ton of clothes now. Plus all his equipment for upkeep on his gear. No Glaive uniforms, but that was okay. "Lets go make a pizza." Nyx opened the door to his room and saw BB-15 at his feet beeping frantically. "What?" Nyx made a face. "What do you mean you're going to stab him and steal his wallet. Leave Peter alone, he's a friend." The droid beeped sadly and rolled off while Nyx shook his head. "C'mon. Don't mind fifteen there. He gets..." Nyx looked for the word.