The Funeral
There were a good number in attendance for Broderick Dunten's funeral, as the charred corpse of the former Primaris who fell in the line of duty against chaos psykers was being burned. Just 5 years ago, that very man had gone through his trials and passed astoundingly, qualified as he was as a veteran from the get-go. Afrim Rhee's protege, mastering both Daemonology and Telekinesis, then displaying both the will and control over his powers that was demanded. Among the attendees was that very grieving sanctionite.
Too soon. Too soon. Why? Why did it have to end like this? He'd proved himself. He was worthy. Mastered his powers, mastered himself. Why? Why? Why did.. he have to die? So many years spent.. and he thought he made it, too. He even passed his trials sublimely! Qualified to such a degree as the first beta veteran specializing in Daemonology, his own favored discipline. The only student he could truly teach properly and.. now this. Death while fighting a pyromancer. His charred corpse just being cremated now. Just.. just like that. Another student gone.
Memories of his time with him came unbidden. 17 years ago, when a six-year old Beta was entrusted into his care at the Unseen University. Playful, delightful.. always eager to learn more. 11 years ago, when he discovered he quite liked aquatic creatures. Avernite ones were far too dangerous, so an aquarium (complete with fish and plants) was imported from Alfheim at quite some expense (Not that he used much of his income, anyhow). 8 years ago, when he was still struggling to master his powers, and confided in him his private worries and fears he wouldn't pass, after the trials of that year. 5 Years, when he promised him that he would continue feeding the fishes if he failed the trials, the day before the trials were to take place, and then his personal congratulations to him when he passed to the degree that he did.
He made himself go through the ceremony, and saw through the cremation. The boy deserved at least that much. He'd warded the urn for the ashes himself just days earlier. An offering of water lilies to keep him company, as he knew he would have wanted.
Sometimes he wondered if he would slip, lose control one day. His heart felt so heavy, so pained that it felt like dying.
He fed the fishes.