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SEVEN

Thor stood with Reece, O’Connor, Elden, Conven, Indra and Krohn at the mouth of the river, all of them looking down at Conval’s corpse. The mood in the air was somber. Thor felt it himself, the weight of it on his chest, pulling him down, as he stared down at his Legion brother. Conval. Dead. It did not seem possible. There had been six of them together on this journey for as long as Thor could remember. He had never imagined there would be five. It made him feel his mortality.
Thor thought of all the times that Conval had been there for him, remembered how he had always been there, every step of his journey, from the first day Thor had joined the Legion. He was like a brother to him. Conval had always stuck up for Thor, had always had a good word for him; unlike some of the others, he had accepted Thor as a friend from the very beginning. To see him lying there dead—and especially as a result of Thor’s mistakes—made Thor feel sick to his stomach. If he had never trusted those three brothers, perhaps Conval would be standing alive today.
Thor could not think of Conval without Conven, the two identical twins, inseparable, always completing each other’s thoughts. He could not imagine the pain Conven was feeling. Conven looked as if he was not in his right mind anymore; the happy, carefree Conven he once knew seemed to have departed in a single stroke.
They all still stood at the edge of the battlefield where it had taken place, the Empire corpses piled up around them. They stood there, rooted, looking down at Conval, none of them willing to move on until they had given him a proper burial. They had found some choice furs on some Empire officers, had stripped them, and had wrapped Conval’s corpse in them. They had placed him on a small boat, the one they had used to get here, and his body lay in it, long, stiff, facing the sky. A warrior’s burial. Conval already seemed so frozen, his body stiff and blue, as if he had never lived.
They had been standing there for Thor did not know how long, each of them lost in their own sorrows, none wanting to see his body go. Indra moved her palm over Conval’s head in small circles, chanting something in a language that Thor did not understand, her eyes closed. He could tell how much she cared for him as she conducted the solemn funeral service, and Thor felt a sense of peace at the sound. None of the boys knew what to say, and they all stood there glumly, silent, letting Indra lead the service.
Finally, Indra finished and took a step back. Conven stepped forward, tears running down his cheeks, and knelt down beside his brother. He reached out and lay a hand on his, bowing his head.
Conven reached out and gave the boat a shove. It bobbed out into the still waters of the river, and then, as if the ti

TUJUH

Thor berdiri bersama Reece, O'Connor, Elden, Conven, Indra dan Krohn di mulut sungai, semuanya memandang ke bawah pada mayat Conval. Suasana di udara suram. Thor merasakannya sendiri, beban di dadanya, menariknya ke bawah, saat dia menatap ke bawah ke arah Legiunnya. Konval. Mati. Tampaknya tidak mungkin. Sudah ada enam dari mereka bersama dalam perjalanan ini selama Thor bisa mengingat. Dia tidak pernah membayangkan akan ada lima. Itu membuatnya merasakan kefanaannya.
Thor memikirkan semua saat Conval ada di sana untuknya, mengingat bagaimana dia selalu ada di sana, setiap langkah dalam perjalanannya, sejak hari pertama Thor bergabung dengan Legiun. Dia seperti saudara baginya. Conval selalu mendukung Thor, selalu mengucapkan kata yang baik untuknya; tidak seperti beberapa yang lain, dia telah menerima Thor sebagai teman sejak awal. Melihatnya terbaring mati di sana — dan terutama sebagai akibat kesalahan Thor — membuat Thor merasa mual. Jika dia tidak pernah mempercayai ketiga bersaudara itu, mungkin Conval akan tetap hidup hari ini.
Thor tidak bisa memikirkan Konval tanpa Conven, dua kembar identik, tidak terpisahkan, selalu saling melengkapi satu sama lain. Dia tidak bisa membayangkan rasa sakit yang dirasakan Conven. Conven tampak seperti tidak waras lagi; Conven yang ceria dan riang yang pernah dia kenal tampaknya telah pergi dengan satu pukulan.
Mereka semua masih berdiri di tepi medan perang tempat itu terjadi, mayat-mayat Kekaisaran menumpuk di sekitar mereka. Mereka berdiri di sana, berakar, memandang ke bawah ke arah Conval, tidak ada dari mereka yang mau melanjutkan sampai mereka memberinya penguburan yang layak. Mereka telah menemukan beberapa bulu pilihan pada beberapa perwira Kekaisaran, telah menelanjangi mereka, dan telah membungkus mayat Conval di dalamnya. Mereka menempatkannya di atas perahu kecil, yang biasa mereka gunakan di sini, dan tubuhnya berbaring di sana, panjang, kaku, menghadap ke langit. Pemakaman prajurit. Konval sudah tampak begitu beku, tubuhnya kaku dan biru, seolah-olah dia belum pernah hidup.
Mereka telah berdiri di sana karena Thor tidak tahu berapa lama, masing-masing dari mereka tersesat dalam kesedihan mereka sendiri, tidak ada yang ingin melihat tubuhnya pergi. Indra menggerakkan telapak tangannya di atas kepala Conval dalam lingkaran kecil, melantunkan sesuatu dalam bahasa yang Thor tidak mengerti, matanya terpejam. Dia bisa tahu betapa dia peduli padanya saat dia melakukan upacara pemakaman yang khidmat, dan Thor merasakan kedamaian pada suara itu. Tidak ada anak laki-laki yang tahu apa yang harus dikatakan, dan mereka semua berdiri di sana dengan murung, diam, membiarkan Indra memimpin kebaktian.
Akhirnya, Indra selesai dan mundur selangkah. Conven melangkah maju, air mata mengalir di pipinya, dan berlutut di samping saudaranya. Dia mengulurkan tangan dan meletakkan tangannya di tangannya, menundukkan kepalanya.
Convenience mengulurkan tangan dan mendorong perahu. Ia meliuk keluar ke perairan sungai yang tenang, dan kemudian, seolah ti

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