The Barkeep stood to the side, and seeing Ramza put his soul into this, he mumbled a prayer as well. He wasn't a very religious man, but he's been to plenty of funerals to understand the solemness of this.

Two different religions, both praying for those who tragically lost their lives. It all comes together in the end.

The cold snaps the Barkeep out of his trance and he shivers. "Y-Yeah, let's get out now." He turned to the door to leave.

A cold wind gently blew at Ramza.