Serph listens in rapt attention, completely fascinated by what Jack is describing to him. Joy for the life that was had? It sounds beautiful. He finds himself mentally revisiting the deaths that had impacted the Tribe the most.

Were it not for Jinana, they would not have the word 'comrade' for that all encompassing bond with each other.

Were it not for Lupa, the idea of honour would never have slipped its way inside their thoughts.

The wings closest to Jack fold around him. "Life and death, hand in hand..." There's a thoughtful lilt to his voice. "It sounds amazing."