An Explosive Message

An overwhelming amount of emotions had hit Fing right in the chest. His body, he was no longer in control of it; his hands were shaking as he looked at what was on the ground. He had long ago let go of the coffin, dropping it onto the floor.

Now, the only thing he could see was the exploded head, parts of it splattered across the floor. Han was no longer recognizable, apart from the clothes he had been wearing at the time. No one could tell it was him.

"Brother… how, how could this have happened, how could you have been… how did this happen!"

Fing started to remember all the times he had spent with his brother since the two of them were young. Always side by side, the countless missions they had survived and the amount of times they had managed to save each other.