A month later.
Yat Nation, River State.
Cemetery.
Little Ginger held Amos Russell's urn, respectfully placing it into the grave, while Warren and Clive worked together to seal it.
"Clive, Master said that when he initially established the Gentleman Internment Camp Group, his aim was to study the difference between people's minds online and in reality. Now that he's gone, the fate of the Gentleman Internment Camp Group is for you to decide."
Upon realizing that Clive, even as a little terror, had compassion, Amos Russell felt conflicted, often lamenting 'fate, destiny.'
"I'll disband this group," Clive said.
Bruce had left, the old bigoted woman had left, Liz had left, and even the inspector had retired. Now the gentleman had also left, and now, even with so many members in the group, it was no longer as glorious as before. Besides, what is the human heart? Can it really be clearly understood online?
Upon hearing this, Little Ginger nodded, acknowledging with a brief "hmm."
