The armor slowly moves towards the grave... kneeling. Another form of respect he learned outside of his universe.

From his side, he watches the armor. The armor was light, almost the same way Rock Volnutt's was, but this was more rounded, rather than angular. It reminded him a little of Samus' armor.

He reminded himself of the differences of many worlds. He probably wouldn't even know any of the people Rock lived with in his world.

"What was his name?"