Cemeteries were always cold to Hiro, they reeked of death and loss, flowers carefully placed by the delicate lines of empty names on the stones mocked his every step. He hadn't come here since the funeral, he had his team back, all of his team. He was going to be okay, he stopped as he approached the familiar name, "you know I miss you bro." His voice cracked, tears flooding down his cheeks, Hiro takes a deep breath before continuing, "if for some reason you can hear me, Tadashi. I am helping people... Just like you wanted to do."