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Are you messing with me? Sarah shot Mahler an incredulous glance, when he had suggested that they say a few words to the corpse they had buried. Wasn't it enough respect that they had not left the bones rot on the shores and actually put him in a grave? Any dead bastard should be grateful for so much effort, even if he or she did not deserve it.

However, the man's expression was hard to decipher and she did not catch any trace of joke at his suggestion. "Why?" she asked him not to confront him, but out of tired curiousity of the foreign concept.