Yato and Nora stood together at the foot of the grave, staring silently for several minutes. Yato wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed her reassuringly.
"I know this is how he wanted it to end," she said, voice tight with the strain of holding back tears, "but I really miss him."
"Me too," Yato whispered, letting his own tears fall, "but Rabo could never have lived in the world we're trying to create. We were all just cold-blooded killers, but you and I have a chance to change now." Nora swiped at her eyes quickly and Yato pretended not to notice.
"I don't know if I can do it," she whispered.
"I know you can, I'll help you. We can't be the people we used to be, Master Rabbit. We must be better."
She didn't comment on the new title, but she hadn't protested when he'd suggested it, which he took as a good sign. They shared a few more moments of quiet communion at Rabo's grave, tucked away in a private corner of the Jade Palace grounds, out of the way but easily found by those who knew where to look. They seemed to silently agree that it was time to go and turned together towards the Jade Palace and the life they would forge there, together, with the ghost of their past watching over them and guiding them away from the dark.