The Funeral at Geartown

It'd be late morning, and everyone in the town would be at the newly constructed graveyard at the edge of town. Each band would be milling about their respective grave site, grieving or silently watching over their fallen. Each of the coffins would be sitting next to their grave with a flag sitting on top bearing the sigil of their respective Legions as the coffins themselves are engraved with each warband's personal symbol and the person's chosen family symbol. All in all its quite impressive how much got done in the span of only a day and a half
Just like she promised, Amahlaha is there with all of the kids, standing tall and strong despite the emotion of the day. Amantia and Rytlock both seem to have wet eyes while the others look to have been successful in beating back the tears.
Jericho would step up to a raised podium as the last of them arrive. He taps the mic a few times to make sure its on, and to get the attention of everyone. Those who are hospitalized enough to be unable to make it would still be there, albeit as holograms projected from drones, which are in turn are sending a live feed of what's going on to those in the hospital. The charr would start gather around the platform Jericho is on. Jericho himself would be wearing a Dress Uniform with all of his medals on it, Despite his banged up appearance, the outfit itself is as clean and pressed as you'd expect it to be.
He takes a deep breath as he looks out at the small crowd waiting for him to say something. His gaze would fall onto his and Amah's along with Iona's and Grimm's crying children. 'none of them were hurt at least.. I could never forgive myself if cubs were hurt.. how can I show them what it's like to be a good charr? yes.. that's.. that's a good place to start' He'd think to himself. He clears his throat. "I've... I've been asked before 'what does it mean to be...' 'No! Not again, another memory? Damn it Jericho! You'll have to power through this.'
Jerivus would stand at the front of a hastily constructed graveyard in the first safe ground claimed from Mordremoth in the Jungles, "what does it mean to be a good man?' Jericho's voice remains strong and loud despite seeing the land shift between the snowy landscape of the cascades during the winter, and the sweltering jungles of Maguuma millennium ago, as his cubs shift into Asuran Pact members then back again, as the charr change faces to people he never personally knew, who Jerivus never personally knew, but knew through the crucible of war. His own voice echos the ethereal apparition standing in his same place. "...to be a good Charr?"
"I always had difficulty finding the right answer to the question." The two voices say, one long in the past, the other rooted firmly in the present. Of course to everyone else there, spare perhaps Amah and the rest of gear, who have that close bond with Jericho, he'd be looking and speaking normally. "But I think I've found the answer. No no, the answer showed itself to me." He leaves the mic where it is as he steps off the platform, and plods towards the graves while he continues to speak, though louder so everyone can hear him still. "It means to face what challenges lie ahead of you instead of running away, no matter what cost it costs you.
To stare fate in the eyes and roar out in defiance." He stops as he rests a hand on the grave, while Jerivus rests his hand on the shoulder of the soldier in the body bag. "To protect those who rely on you to see them safe." His gaze lingers on the coffin as Jerivus's lingers on the corpse before they both look into the sky. A single fat snowflake lands on Jericho's snout as a droplet of water lands on the phantom's. "These soldiers, no, these heroes embody what it means to be a good Charr."
"To be a good man." Jerivus says at the same moment
"They sacrificed everything to give us all one more day, one more chance to make a difference." Both speak in unison.
"Ash, Blood, Flame, and Iron, all lost good soldiers, good people to the Destroyers that day."
"Asura, Charr, Human, and Norn, all lost good soldiers, good people to the Mordrem that day."
"They proved what it means to be a good Charr."
"... to be a good man."
"and I refuse to let that sacrifice go to waste."
In the past, cannons would boom in the distance as another wave of Mordrem crash against the walls of the camp. In the presence cannons would boom once more in the distance in a salute to the fallen as those in attendance start to move the coffins into the graves
Thump! Thump Thump Thump!
Thump! Thump Thump Thump!
Thump! Thump Thump Thump!
Jericho would be shedding tears as the phantoms of ages past fade fully from his vision