"I know you have his body back on your Earth, but it's never too late for a memorial. Let me tell you something, Jackson. I may not know the pain of having my father taken away from me like you, but I have felt something very similar to it." Phoenix wheels over to the memorial grave, using his hands instead of propelling himself automatically like last time. "What I do know perfectly, however, is becoming the monster they never wanted us to be - in fact, the monster they swore they would never let us be. To be twisted by hatred, sorrow, and all of the like. Within us both lays a slumbering demon that only awakens when we kill. You remember your father as a killer. So do I. But even as a killer, I have great respect for him - yes, [i]have.[/i] True respect never dies, for it is the fuel for the last flames of remembrance for the fallen. Your father was a warrior. He fought for himself, for a corrupt nation, a corrupt cause, for vengeance... But in the end, he fought for you. Is it wrong to respect him as a warrior on a day such as this? As a warrior, as a father... He deserves to be remembered."