This was the most beautiful Pyrrha had ever seen the church. White linens were draped about the archways, and the sunlight through the stained glass windows painted the floor with dazzling watercolors. The gentle strings that played sang their wordless hymns, freed of the chains of language and expressing all the emotion that needed to be felt. Large white lilies lined the aisle, making a lovely path of white, green, and yellow, and the altar was illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight.

As she walked down the aisle with grace and poise, all eyes were drawn to her. The bouquet that she carried, a collection of white blooms such as roses, lilies, and baby's breath, did not tremble in her hands, though she felt her heart racing at a thousand miles per hour. Her emerald eyes were focused straight ahead at her prize, holding a mantle of dignity whilst her stomach was in knots. He was waiting for her up ahead, and she had to present herself in the best possible way. He deserved nothing but the best.

She approached the altar and looked down in the casket before it. His skin was smooth and cold as rock, but his expression was peaceful. His beautiful blue eyes, like the deep trenches of the ocean, forever shut away from the sunlight. He was resting on a bed of flowers and velvet, wearing his gleaming steel armor, and his broken blade was held at his chest with a sense of nobility. She placed the bouquet at his side before perching herself on the edge of his permanent bed. Her gloved hand gently brushed a few golden locks from his eyes and she gently kissed his forehead. Upon seeing him closer, her heart felt overwhelmed, as though she was drowning in the suffering of mourning.

"Thank you for everything you have done, Captain Arc," she said in a light whisper, "You don't have to fight anymore. Sleep well… you truly earned this rest."