Nashyr.
Saul.
His daughter in all but name and his friend through thick and thin. Both of them dead.
Oh they had died in the line of duty and that was supposed to be a comfort to him but it simply wasn't. It just meant that they had died for something. Did that make it better? That they died for something?
Better than dying for nothing but... loss was not something he had really had to deal with. He had spent so long just existing without friends of any great degree and now the two he had were gone.
He stood there blankly staring at the memorial.
His loss ached within his chest to such a degree that it was leaking out into the Force around him. Running a hand through his beard, Max moved forwards and placed a hand against the memorial. He just... held it there for a long moment before shaking his head and taking a step back.
"Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter..."
Maybe if he said it enough he would believe it truly.
Maybe one day.