The Colonel pulled a cigarette out of his pack and threw it into the water. “What the hell?” I asked. “For her,” he said. I half smiled and followed his lead, throwing in a cigarette of my own. I handed Takumi and Lara cigarettes, and they followed suit. The smokes bounced and danced in the stream for a few moments, and then they floated out of sight.
Ah yes, littering to respect the dead
