Part 9
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Relena was inconsolable. She didn't bother leaving her room and attempting to face the cruel world with out her Heero. She remained locked in her room, looking out the window, vowing daily never to love again.
Dorothy had nothing holding her back from taking off from this pain, this misery at the death of all justice. She'd been the one to alert the rest of the boys of Heero's early departure from this world. Duo passed the message on. Quatre wanted to sue for not being alerted by a central authority, but it wouldn't bring Heero back. Heero was dead. Heero Yuy was dead. He did one of the few things nobody ever thought he would: marry, age, or die. Now he wouldn't have a chance at the other two. Wufei let a single tear go. Now hope was a thing of the past; it didn't exist for future generations to embrace. Heero Yuy was dead again. A moment of hopeless silence passed through the house.
Marquis Wayridge looked into an antique, full-body mirror. The tall, balding man in his sixties sighed. He could empathize his poor daughter/granddaughter's pain. When he was in his twenties, his second and favorite wife had been ruthlessly murdered, shot in the square. He remembered her well: her glowing complexion, her silky hair, her fluent knowledge of history, and her loving ways. She had been the sister of the man the world knew as Vice Foreign Minister Darlian. The Marquis was well into his forties when Relena was born, and his brother in law took her from certain death, dying himself a mere 16 years later. Poor Relena. Poor, poor Relena. Heero had failed his promise to him. The marquis saluted Heero and left.