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Setsugie's eye's darted at the feline when she spoke then he looked down and back to the grave "An dear friend...and a old comrade..." Setsugie said. Then he took the bottle of wine on hand and poured it over the gravestone, and placed the bottle and cup back into the bag; then Setsugie took out a cigaret, he quit smoking long ago but on the day of his friends memorial he smoke's since by the time she was still alive he smoked, it wasn't that much of a habit since the one who made Setsugie smoke was his know departed friend.

Setsugie then lit the cigaret with a lighter and placed it on his mouth then let out a small puff of smoke, as raindrops began to fall.