"Alexei Volkov was a man I knew little of. He was my friend, and a trusted ally, but I knew little of his past." Erik cleared his voice, "I met him in battle. He showed great courage and little moves me more. In time he joined us here in our work, he became our brother." Erik put down the paper, disapproval at whatever he had written, stepping out from the podium he continued. "I have never met anyone like him. He claimed to have no feelings, but never did I sense a larger heart. His hand's and mind were steady, his heart true. I will miss him tonight... I will miss his soul." Erik removed his glasses, placing his fingers at the bridge of his nose. Collecting himself he spoke, "Who else would speak?"
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