He stood over the grave, tears slipping down his perfect face. His eyes, black with an emotion so stark and real, that it hurt to gaze into them, cast down on the freshly carved head stone. Begging, it seemed. Pleading, even. But the silence couldn't reach the figure below him, buried safely within the ever silent vault of earth. Buried in the Chamber some twenty feet below. The chamber he'd had painted a vivid sky blue.

The same colour as those amazing eyes.

A sob broke free of the strong man, and he seemed to crumble before their eyes. Falling to his knees beside the stone, as a broken little whisper slipped from his pale green lips. Black hair, usually so neat and orderly, fell in loose strands around his face, grown too long from lack of care.

"Why?" He whispered hoarsely, voice broken from hours of solitary screaming. An agony of emotion rolled through those next five words, threatening to crush the strong Vulcan beneath them.

"You said you'd never leave."