Relena laid two pink flowers on Heero's grave and let a tear go. Dorothy stood beside her and said a prayer for the fallen warrior. Relena sighed heavily, cursing herself for even considering spending the rest of her life with him. He did a great thing, though, saving his friend. The bullet had gone clean through his skull and he stayed in a coma for a week before he died. For once, he died against his will. Perhaps the human will is more a matter of ego, Relena thought, tearring up. Dorothy heard her sniffle and put a hanky to her eye.
"Good Bye Heero," Relena wept, tearing her eyes away from the sight of her love. Quatre could never bear to look at Heero. Heero didn't have to die. Quatre should have been the one to die. But now, now was not the time to be trying to repair the past. Quatre stood a distance away from the grave and said a loving goodbye to the best friend a man could ask for. Quatre almost cried, but not in front of the girls. He rolled Rashid over to Heero's grave.
"Say goodbye, Rashid," Quatre ordered. "You won't see him for a while."
Rashid, paralyzed form the neck down, said nothing, just squinted his eyes at the tombstone. Dorothy and Relena honked the horn. Quatre rolled Rashid to the car.
"Hey Rashid, remember when you dragged me out from under my bed and beat me because I was playing in the instructor's lab? Well, you are free to visit that place as you please. I won't punish you or anything. You are welcome to do whatever you can. I love you, father, and I still respect you. In fact, I've got some great father-son stuff for us to do." Quatre told Rashid about all the great things they would do together—a helpless father and his vengefully loving son.
