Valini stepped in, wearing white as a gesture and watched the attendees. Coulson had walled up to handle going through the funeral. Even for months after he would keep it bound together, it was his way. Looking around, she could see he wasn't the only one. The disaster hit all of SHIELD deeply and the loss of that many meant everyone knew someone in the wreckage. This funeral was for Nikki, and for some, for something larger.
"Hello Phil," she offered with a nod. "It looks beautiful." Telling him she was sorry or that they all were here for him too would just fall flat. It would take time. She set an excerpt of the Gita about the soul next to the flowers and sat down to wait.
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