*The Hunters of Artemis come, carrying a dead girl*
Girl carrying the dead girl: Lyra's...dead.
Thalia: She died in battle, an honourable way to die.
Girl: *lays her on the ground*
All of them: *bow their heads*
Lyra: *covered in a silver and gold shroud*
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