Jack sat on the rooftop of his shitty apartment. He didn't care that this constriction is on it's last legs and could fall on his head or under hos feet at any moment. He had no reason to care.
He held a bottle of homemade wine, he learned how to make it along with other skills when life was getting a little too monotone.
"Eh, guess even when you unfreeze them only when you gotta, they still die eventually." the man mutteted to noone in particular.
Just a few hours ago, it was Clef's burial. He died a few days earlier.
Bright knew it will happen, he was aware of it since the first years of his immortality.
It still hurt though. He more or less could've counted on the guy and they knew eachother since the beggining, getting into the Foundation in one group of new researchers. The two were teasing eachother alot, but they knew that in serious moments they will be there for eachother as friends.
Kondraki was long dead by now as well. His older brother, Mikell, died around 50 years ago, during an attack on the O5 Council. His younger brother, SCP-590, died as well, after someone has secretly used him to heal their child from mucoviscidosis. All the researchers that came after him - Glass, Heiden, Crow... they were dead for more or less a hundread years by now.
Jack, currently in a body of a young, chesnut-haired guy who was convicted of murder, raised his glass to the sky.
"For the hope I can join all of you one day." he said, as if the deceased could hear him.
But deep down he knew these were just lies he tells himself.
There was no breaking the curse of immortality.