Olivier sat down in front of his grave and gazed at it. She placed her hands on her belly and rested them there a while. Just as one life had been destroyed, another had been created. Olivier had lived an entire lifetime in the past week, from fighting homunculi to informing families to attending funerals of her "traitorous" comrades to fending off the press to losing the person she loved most in the world. Yet somehow, amidst all this turbulence, turmoil, confusion and grief, she'd known she was late.

At first she'd attempted to write it off as stress-related; that had happened before. But after finally being seen by a doctor for her injuries, there was no longer any doubt. Nor was there any doubt about the father.

Olivier's first instinct had been a trip to the Central abortion clinic. She wasn't a mother, she would never be a mother, and the child would be miserable with her as a mother. But then she saw how few people showed up to Buccaneer's funeral. She saw how people pissed on his grave and cursed him out for killing the Fuhrer. She wanted to scream at them, stab them, force them to realize how wrong they were. But she was in enough trouble already and they wouldn't listen to her anyway.

But she would see to it that someone knew the truth about her bravest Briggs man. And this tombstone that bore his name wasn't the only thing left of him. Olivier was carrying a part of Buccaneer deep inside her. He had saved her life many times in many ways. She owed it to him to protect a part of his life and help it grow into something good.

"You will live on," she whispered. "I've got your successor right here." She patted her stomach. "I hate to venture into a new battlefield without my captain, but I will do right by you. That's a promise." She bowed her head. "No matter what anyone else says, you were the strongest, bravest, and most loyal man I've ever known."

Olivier's chin began to tremble and she knew she had to get out of here before she lost it. She kissed her fingertips and placed one hand on the stone and kept the other over her stomach. "I love you."

She was speaking to both of them.