All the living people were in the town. Gongsun Ce saw John and Budman surrounded by a group of superpower users who had long passed away, some were former opponents of Wing of Death, and more were their departed friends. Jago stood among the circle of agents, the old man narrating to old friends about the world after the secret war ended. There were the most people beside Seviss, those closest to her barely had recognizable features, only blurry outlines. She was casually putting her arms around the deceased and sharing interesting stories across a millennium, her eyes filled with tears.
She wiped her eyes, turned towards Gongsun Ce's direction, a bit embarrassed: "Ah, over a thousand years old and still crying!"
"No matter the age, humans are still human," Gongsun Ce said, "Humans cry."
