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Simon looked at the body he had just created.

"Tyler?" Nothing. No sign of life. He was dead. The small, expanding splotch of red where Simon had hit Tyler was quite enough to attest to that fact. Simon just stared for a minute or two at the corpse. His first kill, caused by both of them losing control of themselves, over something as minor as food. The mish-mash of emotions stemming from that kill led to one thought.

Never forget.

Simon looked at the slight protrusion under his T-shirt - pulling it out, he revealed the key he had taken from Clio when she had died.

To My Heart.

His eyes returned to the body in front of him, before flitting over to the tree line, and back to the body. Simon stood up. He knew what he had to do ...



In ancient Greece, whenever someone died, or at least, when someone died an honorable death, part of the funeral proceedings involved cremation of the body on a funeral pyre. Anyone not familiar with ancient Greek culture or mythology could be pointed to the Star Wars movie "Return of the Jedi," when Luke Skywalker burned the body and armor of Anakin Skywalker after the latter's redemption and death.

Simon may not have been able to match the sheer size or epicness of those funeral pyres, but he figured he had enough for the job as he placed the final branches of punk wood into the makeshift fire pit. As fire pits went, it was quite large, about eight feet in diameter, and about eighteen inches deep, with enough tinder and kindling to start and maintain the fire he needed. There was just one final thing missing from this event ...

Simon walked over to the body of Tyler, and picked it up, moving it to the center of the circle, laying the body down, hands by his sides, eyes closed, and searched through the bags that had formerly been Tyler's.

True to his word, Tyler was fresh out of food, and Simon had swallowed the little water that was left in one gulp, although given the circumstances, Simon had little reason to doubt it in the first place. The only other things of significance in the bags were Tyler's first aid kit, which was still unused, and two decks of cards for the Survival of the Fittest card game. The first aid kit Simon transferred over to his bag. The cards, Simon placed on top of the body.

When you go to ... wherever, at least you'll have that to keep you company.

Simon then stepped outside the fire pit to pick up a punk wood branch, about four inches across and four feet long, and took the lighter which had been in his first aid kit out of his pocket, igniting it, and holding it to the end of the branch held under his arm until the wood started burning of its own accord. As the tip ignited, Simon dropped the lighter and held the flaming end of the branch out to ignite the wood.

The tinder quickly caught fire, spreading out over the circle, as it expanded around the rest of the fire, downwards into the kindling, and upwards to Tyler. Simon just stood about seven feet away, solemnly watching the scene, placing his hands into the pockets of his ... Tyler's sweatshirt. Not a trophy of war, per se. More of a reminder of what he had done, and of the effects of the game on himself and the others, both on the island and back in St. Paul.

Simon bowed his head as he stood there for about fifteen minutes, just watching the makeshift cremation, and then walked over to his bags, shouldered them, and left ...

Never forget ...

((Simon Telamon continued in And Knowledge Itself, is Power))

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