TheInkgirl

Zim keeps himself staring at the front of the room, at the casket. Dib's casket. It amazes him how well they reconstructed the teens face. So accurate. But really, is that a good thing? He decides that it's not. Wouldn't being able to see the dead boy as he really is help everyone to realize that he isn't? Maybe not. People around him are crying, if only to be polite. He knows that none of them cared for Dib, that they never gave him anything but glares and rude statements, if anything. Keef is crying the hardest, clinging to Zim's shoulders. It's annoying him to no end. The red-head apologizes again and again for not being able to succeed