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Sooga would demand he leave and bother with grieving later, or rather ignore the whole thing. Kohga's aware his preference carries danger. Prophecy Man’s waiting for him to stumble in his trickery and then he's going to pounce. Leaving bananas carries too much risk. He’s reluctantly settled for scattering berries around the grave with its false name carved onto the marker.
Even using his normal form carries too much danger. He’s some nameless widow mourning her spouse. No one will bother asking. People are running and mourning on the go; too exhausted to ask whose being grieved.
“I’m going, Sooga.”