"All people should be remembered. Even if there's no body to bury, there should be a marker. There should still be...something, so the world will never forget."

The words came unfettered, almost as though they spilled from his mouth like a leaking faucet. Reploids were often turned to scrap metal instead of buried, except in rare cases where humans were sentimental and kind enough to give them a proper funeral and gravesite in a well-kept cemetery.

X himself tried to visit each of these graves he knew of, but then it ended in him paying his respects to everyone at the site, whether human, Reploid, or animal, that familiar saline solution bunching up and falling down his cheeks.

"...even if it's only in a dream."