Roy is invited to the funeral.
He is unnaturally patient, but he waits with a slightly unsettling composure and a fake half-smile on his face. He holds a pretense of I'm fine, when it's blatantly clear he is not.
Hours later, when everyone leaves, there is naught but him, the gravestone, and the book.
Roy sets it down carefully, propping it up against the granite. He straightens up and ignores the fact that maybe he started to love Robin at some point.
He smiles wryly before speaking. "My friend, do you fly away now?"
A blur begins to form in his vision, yet he continues without pause. "To a world that abhors you and I?"
The cardinal is forced to stop for a moment, as a hitch in his breath catches him off guard. He inhales and finishes. "All that awaits you is a somber morrow. No matter where the winds may blow."
The sun gently dips below the treetops as Roy kneels to touch the top of the gravestone and allow his tears to fall.
"Goodbye."