At thirty-three, he should have been over her death. He had Graverobber now AND he had Shilo. He had a family that loved him, just like he'd had for one wonderful year when he was fourteen. He stood on the balcony of his bedroom, staring out at the sky lit by floating television screens, playing the same stupid commercials over and over again. He desperately wanted to throw something through his own stupid grinning face up on that television screen, which proclaimed that 'tonight's Genetic Opera is THE PLACE TO BE!' Pavi wondered how that was, smiling wryly to himself, considering Shilo wasn't going to be performing. He sincerely doubted Amber Sweet could keep the crowd happy for more than a minute and that minute would have to involve more humiliation for her for it to be amusing them.

Wait. What had he been thinking of? Oh, yes, Marni, that was it, that was always it, wasn't it? Except for the part of his day he spent with Graverobber, he was always thinking of Marni. Always. His mind never strayed far from her. Oh sure, sometimes he thought of his father and how he missed him and how he wished his father hadn't said those things to him with his dying breath. He'd never know if that was really how Rotti felt about him or if it was just a last attempt to push him away, maybe to spare him any pain. Oh how Pavi desperately wanted to believe that! He wished he could believe that Rotti only wanted to spare him pain, but it was hard to believe when he'd been told he was a disgusting creature who embarrassed his father. He almost burst into tears just thinking about it a year later even.

"Is everything okay, Pavi?" A soft voice came from the balcony of the next room.

"Shilo? Why aren't-a you sleeping? In-a your condition you should really be resting at-a this hour." Pavi asked. "Wait, hold-a on, I'll come talk-a to you, I don't wanna to wake Graves." He said, walking back into the house, out of his room and into Shilo's room.

"Will you answer me now? Are you okay?" Shilo asked.

"I was-a just thinking about-a my father…and about-a your mother." Pavi replied softly.

"I see. That's actually why I was awake too; I was thinking of my…well, I guess I should call him 'Nathan' now instead of 'dad' since your father is actually my real father." Shilo sighed.

"I see-a." Pavi replied. "So you've-a been sleeping poorly since-a that terrible night too, haven't you? That's-a one full year of poor sleep."

"Yes. I wonder how Graverobber manages to sleep so peacefully." Shilo asked.

"Well-a, we actually wear each other out pretty well-a…I mean, I don't-a know…" Pavi laughed, trying to cheer Shilo up.

Shilo giggled. "I kind of figured that, I've heard that sort of thing from those tabloids back when you first got caught with him last year."

"I wasn't-a caught with him, tabloid reporters know-a instinctively where-a to find me and my siblings, they're-a like vultures, bred for scavenging." He laughed.

"Oh." Shilo smiled. "I'm sorry they stalk you like that, it must be annoying."

"It is-a." Pavi shrugged. "You get-a used to it, though."

"I guess once I have my baby, tabloids will be around him or her too. I don't want that for my child. I feel like I'm becoming my father, I just want to keep my baby safe and away from all the dangers of the world. I see now after what Luigi did to me that my father was right, it is a cruel dangerous place." Shilo said softly as she looked at the ground.

"Don't be too hard on-a yourself, Shilo, human beings were not meant-a to be kept in captivity the way-a your father kept-a you." Pavi placed a hand on Shilo's shoulder. "And just-a remember what you told-a me Mag said to you: 'A sheltered rose needs-a a little room to bloom outside-a her bedroom.'"

"I don't think Mag wanted this for me." Shilo frowned. "I'm scared… My mom died having me, what if I did having my baby too?"

"You won't-a. My papa poisoned your mama, that's-a why she died-a." Pavi explained.

"How do you know Luigi won't poison me to hide what he did?" Shilo asked fearfully, looking out the window.

"You really think-a Graves or I would let-a him do that to you?" Pavi asked, turning Shilo towards him and cupping her chin in his hand.

"I know you wouldn't." Shilo smiled. "I'm sorry, I'm just being paranoid."

"I should-a go get back-a to Graves now before-a he wakes up and finds-a me missing. He's-a been having bad dreams…He thinks-a Luigi is going to try-a something." Pavi said softly, turning and walking towards the door. He walked out of Shilo's room and sat on the edge of his own bed in the room he and Graverobber shared.

"Where've you been, Pavs?" Graverobber asked, looking at Pavi as he turned over to get a better look at him.

"I was-a thinking about-a Shilo's mama." He said softly. "She was-a amazing…"

"Pavi, let it go. How many times are you going to think about this woman knowing she'll never come back? You have to get over it; dwelling on the past isn't healthy. You and the kid both do it all the time and it's getting me worried about you two." Graverobber said softly, sitting up and scooting closer to Pavi.

"I can't-a help it Graves, I just miss her so much-a." Pavi sighed, looking at Graverobber.

"Look, Pavi, you owe it to Shilo AND to yourself to get the fuck over it." Graverobber grabbed Pavi by the shoulders, staring piercingly into his eyes.

Pavi sighed softly. "I'll-a try then." He said softly as Graverobber leaned forward and kissed him.

"Oh, Graves." Pavi said softly, cuddling close against him. "I feel-a so much safer with-a you."

"You should be on your guard still, though. I'm not a god or anything like that; a knife between my ribs will still kill me." Graverobber said as-a-matter-of-factly.

"So you think-a he'll come after Shilo and-a her kid too?" Pavi asked.

"I wouldn't doubt it. I mean, when you committed your crimes, did you want anyone to find out?" Graverobber asked.

"Everyone knows-a what I did." Pavi shrugged. "And you know-a the sick part? I'm-a not sorry, either."

"Even after what happened to you and Shilo, you're not sorry you did the same thing to several women?" Graverobber asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I-a admit it's-a sick and wrong, but I just can't-a feel bad for someone I didn't even know-a." Pavi shrugged.

"I sort of understand that. I didn't feel bad for using you when I only knew your name and why you were famous." Graverobber replied, looking at Pavi. "Let's stop talking about this."

"Why? Do you think-a less of me?" Pavi asked.

"No." Graverobber shook his head, sighing softly. "I couldn't think less of you, I rob graves for a living and I know I don't need to worry about you thinking less of me, so why would I think less of you?"

"Well-a, that's good." Pavi yawned, leaning back, pulling Graverobber down with him. "Let's get some rest. I'm-a sick of dealing with all-a of this depressing shit."

"Me too." Graverobber smiled as they lay down and cuddled close to each other. Within a few minutes, Graverobber was sleeping soundly again, but Pavi was still wide awake and worrying. The idea that Luigi might come after Shilo was quite worrisome for him.

"Pavi?" Came Shilo's voice from the hallway.

Pavi got up and walked over to her. "Yes, Shi?"

"I've decided if it's a girl, I'm going to name her Mag." Shilo smiled.

"What if it's-a a boy?"

"Nathan." Shilo wiped away a tear.