For once, even Fefnir understood and seemed to take Kuro's side as the dark clad warrior was curled catatonically on his maintanence bed after Harpuia was called to collect Kuro and "some scrap" as the orders had specified. The scene he had encountered would haunt him forever.

"Shadowhisper," He tried to force himself to say something to comfort the man who had just ended things more precious than anything to himself. However, Harpuia's hand cut him off.

Sage Harpiua brought his hand back to make the 'shhh' handsign, quietly saying, "reality is not where he should be at this moment. Although his eyes projected the emotion of wishing to join Kuro in whatever disconected reality he was in at the moment. He gently pulled Fefnir away by the arm. "Come,Master X is waiting so we can..." He gaged on what he was about to say, "dispose... of our sister with... some... dignity..."

Titan "fighting" Fefnir clenched his fist with rage and started hurrying away, knowing he couldnt possibly hold his bestial scream much longer. as a matter of fact, the moment he got outside and the door closed behind him, his voice shook windows for almost a block from the sheer energy of his emotion, "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLL!"

Copy X grasped his subordinates shoulder with a strong grip, he stared with cold eyes at the black coffin, his expression showing he felt the same way. "W-We cannot act. N-Not alo-o-one. We must endu-u-u-u-re."

"Not alone?" Sage gently rested his hand on the coffin containing his sister's remains. "She was bad enough. But the child as well I swear that i will one day-"

"ENOUGH!" a new voice interupted the Guardian before he could say anything directly 'Maverick'

"What the hell do you want Craft?" Fefnir growled at one of Weil's favorite pets.

"I've come to pay my respects," the large man in assault-grade military-green armor looked like a walking tank. The Bayonette Cannon strapped across his back furthered that look even more. "I knew as well," He took his cannon off his back and set it down, "We all knew."

Scoffing Fefnir kept egging the Reploid on, "you knew? Bullshit! if you knew then Weil-"

"He doesnt control my beliefs!" Craft chested up to the strongest brawler in at least the past 50 years. He wasn't looking for a fight, but he knew how the minds of Fefnir's type worked. they needed to be stood up to for you to be heard.

Recognizing his brother's shaking his arms loose, about to go toe to toe with another S-class fighter unarmed and unarmored. "STOP IT! BOTH OF YOU!"

"Yes," Copy X affirmed, "w-e-e-e-e're pa-a-aying respects, not starting a ci-i-ivil war."

The two stepped down from each other before both resting a hand on the coffin, Copy X joining them as well.

"Fairy," Sage started, "you've been one of the few Reploids able to hold onto any hope, your loss is not only devistating to us, but it will weigh heavy on our society."

"Sister," Fefnir had to fight off crying a little longer, "you were an inspiration. Losing you will darken this city even further. To think we'd lose you both... y-you both..." He grit his teeth and bowed his head, recognizing his defeat to his emotions, unable to say more.

Craft nodded, "you were a great teacher, if not for your training I'd have never become so good at protecting our city. I wish i were given the chance to teach you something at some point to show my gratitude for not only your lessons, but your driving me to reach as high as i can. I'll reach the stars themselves someday and deticate it to your memory."

Copy X, "Si-i-iren, you were a per-er-erfect subordina-a-a-ate. You didn-n-n't jsut bli-i-i-ndly follow me-e-e, you ga-a-ave input. Y-y-you gave advi-i-ice, even whe-e-en i didn't a-a-a-sk it. You'd even defy-y-y-y me on occa-a-a-asion when the resu-u-u-ult of following or-or-orders would have led to disa-a-a-aster. I just wi-i-i-ish you would have follo-o-o-owed MY advice when it ca-a-a-ame to the chi-i-ild."

Copy X's hand formed into his buster, and the sound of a plasma-charge was the only thing heard aside from Fefnir's sniffle as they all stepped back and saluted.

Focusing so he didnt stutter, Copy X yelled before he fired a short-range burst on the coffin, "REQUIEM!"

The other three repeated, "requiem..."

The engagement ring, a simple reinforced gasket, tingled as it hit the ground. the ring somehow having been the only thing to survive the blast, only scorched, but otherwise no worse for the wear.