[Koumei looked away, thinking on the many funerals he had already attended in his life. There were multiple possibilities, all of which faded into the next with how similar they were in form and function.

He set his cup down as well, and tangled a hand in his voluminous hair in what, for him, was a nervous gesture. Those sharp eyes looked away, in the same direction as Cao Pi's glance, and saw nothing. Hatoha the cybuddy pigeon was roosting on it's perch nearby.]

A trick of the Company, I'm sure. Be glad it was just a funeral, although I'm sure a man of your stature would care little of the lengths we have taken in our military programs.