[b]The Grief[/b] [i]Outskirts of Dojo Woods, 17:34[/i] Only a week had passed since the final death of their teammate. Chase was still devastated, but not nearly as bad as Blake was. This was the first time, in all of the years since revival, Blake was crying. Not fighting or raging his way through the Crucible. He was crying. Chase sighed as he watched Blake silently cry as the Titan sat against the tree. The Titan held the Raze-Lighter, the only thing he had left of James, in one hand. He had torn off his mark and used it as a handkerchief. He wasn't wearing his glasses, which actually made sense. Chase watched with pity. He understood that this had been rough on him. He sat down, propping his sniper rifle against the tree. He took a moment to remember his lost friend, shedding a few tears, himself. They were both struck by this grief. [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]