~*~ The Winner's L4 Mansion ~*~

~*~ 5:04 PM ~*~

Quatre walked into the parlor carrying two cups of tea, the morning paper, and a life time of bad news. He sat down in a soft armchair and set the cups of tea on the table. Dorothy looked up into her husband's worried eyes and took the paper from him.

"I'm so sorry, dear," Quatre sighed as he sipped his tea.

"Don't be, Quatre," Dorothy said, and began to read the article concerning the devastating event. When she finished, she stood up and walked to a table that was placed nest to the fire place. Dorothy removed a picture of Zechs form the drawer of the table and placed his photographs among the others on the mantle. Now the noble face of Zechs Merquise sat along with those of General Catalonia, Master Winner, Treize Kushrenada, and others that the family had lost. It was a morbid ritual, but one Dorothy was glad to perform. It was her way of saying goodbye to those she was not with when they passed.

"That was beautiful, Mr. Milliardo. You sacrificed your life for peace," Dorothy said. She then began to cry. Quatre got up and wrapped his arms around her.

"It's alright Dorothy. Zechs is in heaven now. We'll see him again, someday," Quatre tried to calm his wife. Dorothy nodded and buried her face in Quatre's chest.

"Yes, all of us together... Someday..." She whispered.