Part 24
AC 198, August 19th, L3 Colony cluster, Memorial Medical Center, 1:34 AM
Heero jerked awake as the softest moan escaped Quatre's lips, but the young Arabian didn't wake up. The Japanese young man lowered himself onto the hospital bed again. The room only had one bed, and once his body had decided to go to sleep without asking for his opinion, Heero had found no other solution than crawling onto the bed besides Quatre. Not that he had really wanted to sleep, but as he had discovered not long ago, emotional stress was particularly exhausting. And what had happened the day before was not really the kind of experience that left a person refreshed and relaxed.
He hadn't slept well. Old reflexes kicking in had woken him up at the slightest sound, and he had often gone up just to fetch a damp washcloth to wash the sweat off Quatre's brow. The blond young man was almost burning with something Heero called fever, for lack of another word. He was unnaturally still too. Just one night into Quatre's bed had taught Heero that his lover was a cuddler, but this time he just lied there, not moving an inch, his face contracted in a light frown as his mind wandered somewhere else.
Heero rubbed his chest again, trying to make the throbbing sensation that had come out of nowhere go away. The link between himself and Quatre was still fully open, although the connection was a bit dulled by Quatre's unconscious state. The shock of the last day was starting to wear off, for Heero at least, but his lover was still emitting a deep sadness and a gnawing despair, even in his sleep, which made Heero a bit uneasy. He hadn't been prepared to deal with the alien feelings that had washed over him the day before.
Heero idly brushed Quatre's light blond bangs from his face, studying it more closely. Quatre was very pale, with dark circles under his eyes, but his breathing was even now. Being once more left alone with nothing else to do, Heero began to think.
And the first thought that struck him was that one month ago, he would never had even dreamt of being here, watching as a person who meant the world to him was striving to come back from the dark space he was lost in. One month ago he had not even known what being truly alive was. He had been existing, going on every day because he had to, and because no one had been successful at ending his life yet. And then, that little blond tornado had turned his world upside down, and now, he, the Perfect Soldier, the one responsible for so many deaths, was anxiously waiting for green-blue eyes to open again.
'Okay, you're really caught for good', the little voice said, as usual choosing the most bizarre timing.
"How can he do this to me ? How can he make me feel like this ? How can he make me feel at all ? Why am I even here ?", Heero whispered to no one in particular.
The little voice didn't answer, for once. Because Heero already knew the answers to those questions. Right now, looking at Quatre's still form, Heero remembered that first time Quatre had granted him access into his feelings. And for the first time, he truly understand what Quatre had meant that day when talking about his loneliness. Yes, Quatre felt lonely. Not abandoned, not quietly alone, but lonely. Devastatingly lonely. And losing his father right now had not helped a bit. And Heero found himself wanting to cure that loneliness, to do something for that strange creature who just craved to be loved for who he really was.
It was so new for Heero to have someone needing him. He had been, if not loved, at least cherished by the man who had made him who he was. Odin had always shown some kind of affection, even if it was a bit twisted. Heero was the first to admit that raising a child to be a hired killer was not the best to ensure said child would lead a happy and fulfilling existence. But Odin had loved him, in his own way. And now Quatre loved him, but in a very different way. Because Quatre needed him as much as he needed Quatre. Because Quatre showed his vulnerability, and forced him to show his own. Because Quatre forced him to look at his emotions as something that could make him stronger and not weaker.
Submerged by a sudden wave of emotion that almost made tears come to his eyes, Heero deposited a feather kiss on Quatre's forehead.
"Omae wa hitoride de wa nai (1), Katoru …"
O.O.O.O.O
Quatre slowly passed from unconsciousness to a light doze, and from a light doze to full awareness, but kept his eyes closed. The events of the previous day were starting to come back, and if he kept his eyes closed, he could at least try and pretend that it was just a nightmare. Whatever his heart was telling him about pain.
The pain was very sharp, like a knife into his heart that was slowly being turned into the wound by whatever cruel god there was in the heavens. His father was dead. He had felt it in his heart, felt along with his father what it was to die. Quatre started to shake violently as the strange feelings came back to his mind, that horrible void and darkness, that nothingness that had swallowed his father. And just at that moment, strong arms wrapped themselves around him.
Quatre slowly opened his eyes to stare into deep blue eyes. Heero was lying on the bed with him, holding him close. As soon as Quatre opened his eyes, the Japanese man held him tighter, making him roll over to his side so that the blond young man would have his cheek resting on Heero's chest. Quatre gratefully accepted the embrace, forgetting everything for a moment as he listened to the steady beat of Heero's heart.
"It's not a nightmare, isn't it ? It really happened ?", he asked in a whisper.
Heero did not answer, and in a way, that silence said much more than any kind of answer. Quatre felt the tears coming back to his eyes, and tried to swallow them back in vain. In an instant he found himself sobbing helplessly against Heero's chest. Heero's hands were slowly rubbing his back in comforting circles. When Quatre looked up again, Heero's face was a bit strained as he was trying to control Quatre's feelings flowing through his mind.
"I'm sorry", Quatre sniffed. "I am hurting you …"
"Shh, koibito, that's nothing. I can take it."
"But I …"
Heero silenced him by putting a finger on his lips.
"It's okay. We'll work something out later. You're too tired right now. I can take it."
There was a short silence.
"I have to tell my sisters."
"That's been taken care of. Dr Corday called Khadija. And she told Iria too."
"I … I don't know what to do."
"Just rest, Katoru. You're exhausted, I can feel it. Just rest. It's the middle of the night. I'm right here. I'm staying with you."
Those simple words were enough for Quatre to realize how tired he felt. His previous sleep had more been something akin to a light coma, a way to make his body rest and recover from the trauma. But right now, he still felt mentally and physically exhausted. He just snuggled closer to Heero, in the welcoming warmth of his lover's arms. That warmth that seemed to be the only thing able to chase the biting cold he was feeling inside. He was asleep again in minutes.
O.O.O.O.O
Wufei shot a look across the waiting lobby to the chairs in which Duo and Trowa were sitting. Or more exactly, to the chairs in which Trowa was sitting, holding a sound asleep Duo against him. Duo had refused to leave the hospital even now that visiting hours were over, and Sally, acknowledging her defeat, had allowed them to stay. She and Noin were staying too, and had retreated into Sally's office to plan their further inquiry, leaving the three young men alone. There was an empty room not far ahead in case any of them would want to sleep. Duo had claimed they would not need it. Fifteen minutes later, he was asleep in Trowa's arms. And he was not sleeping quietly, the stress and tension of the day taking their toll. The young American was slightly moving and sometimes a dry sob escaped his mouth. All night long, Trowa had coaxed him out of nightmares, caressing the nape of his neck and kissing his head softly, talking in undertones. Wufei had watched the scene with calm detachment, surprised to find it so relaxing. At least, some of them had chances to be happy.
He was feeling oddly calm, and he was wondering if his own reaction was normal. Except for the little toilet episode, Wufei was taking the whole thing quite well, and he didn't really know what to think of it all. Was it heartless of him not to want revenge for what Une had done ? Or did it just mean that he was actually starting to heal, and that he was ready to look at things with more objectivity ?
Wufei looked up to find the green-eyed teen looking at him. They stared at each other in silence for a while, both feeling the strange stream of understanding flowing between them. Wufei was still astonished to realize he had let Trowa into his life just like this, he who was usually so defiant of people he didn't know. But then, Maxwell was dating Trowa, and whatever Wufei would say in public, he trusted Duo's instincts. Trowa had sheltered Quatre on that dreadful night. And then, Trowa, of all people, had been there for him when he needed it, just like this. The young European was like a silent vigil looking after the group, dispensing his quietness and his calm support at need. And yet, Wufei remembered the pained expression in the emerald-green eyes when Quatre had learnt his father was going to die. Trowa was probably as much a mess as they all were, he was simply better at hiding it, Wufei thought.
O.O.O.O.O
Duo shifted slightly in his sleep, and Trowa moved to allow him to be in a more comfortable position. He had not slept all night, just watching over Duo, and exchanging glances with Wufei. Taking care of Duo occupied his mind and prevented him to think too much about what had just happened. Trowa had been too young when his parents had died to remember anything, but his body still remembered. And that haunted look on Quatre's face … the savage beast crushed down by fate, Trowa could find no other way to describe it. Trowa shook his head. He was still wondering how he had ended up being a natural part of that little group. Maybe because it reminded him of the mercenaries. Maybe because of Quatre, or Duo. He actually had no clue how the last week had finally led him there, in that silent ward. But although the circumstances were the saddest ones he could think of, he felt he didn't want to be anywhere else right now. Odd how friendships who started in pain could turn out to be the strongest ones, he thought, a bit surprised at himself for that unexpected bout of philosophy.
When Wufei smiled at him, Trowa smiled back.
O.O.O.O.O
Quatre woke up again just before 8 AM. He still looked tired but more alert. He did not even exchange a word with Heero. He didn't need it. Right now, all he needed was to know there was someone with him, because that was probably the only way for him to go on without completely cracking up. Apparently, Heero understood, because he did not even insist when Quatre left the breakfast a nurse had brought in untouched. He just helped him get dressed, and silently led him out of the room to the waiting lobby. They met Noin and Sally on the way, and exchanged silent greetings. Words seemed to be empty, shallow and superfluous to everyone.
When they got into the waiting lobby, Duo got up and went to hug Quatre. The young American shivered at the look on the face of the young man he had come to consider as a little brother. This was still Quatre, but something was … off. The light had deserted the huge green-blue eyes, they looked hollow and empty. Duo wondered for a while if that was what he had looked like that day when Quatre had found him on the L2 pavement, watching his home burning. The only thing that reassured him was that Quatre was actually returning the hug and leaning into it, as if begging for the comfort. That meant that there still was a sparkle of hope in his friend, but right now it was hushed by sadness and pain.
Agent Noin was the first to break the silence.
"Mr Winner, there are some things we need to discuss. Some of them will probably require the presence of your sister. She was moved here last night, for security reasons. I think Dr Corday is with her right now, as is someone named Abdul Ben Hassan. Your sister said he could come up."
"He is our spokeperson", Quatre said. "I suppose they're preparing the statement for the press, then."
"I think so. Before we join them, I would like to talk about your security. I don't know what course of action you intend to follow regarding WEI, but I think that Lady Une will come after you again."
"If it's not after him, it will be after Yuy anyway", Wufei said pointedly. "So it's safe to assume she will be back."
"I have an escort ready to …"
"No", Quatre interrupted.
"Mr Winner …", Lucrezia started, but Quatre interrupted again.
"No. I won't have GSA Agents all over my house. I have a more than competent security staff, and enough friends to protect me. You are welcome to stay there, Agent Noin, as are you, Agent Po, but that's all. I am not scared of them. Accepting to be guarded by agents would make them believe that. I do not fear them. This is something they will have to learn."
Quatre's tone was very firm, even if his voice was tired. Wufei was amazed by it, recognizing the tone. It was the same tone Mr Winner had had when he had made a decision and intended everyone to follow it. And truly, even in rumpled clothes and with dark circles under his eyes, Quatre was impressing. There was an authority that emanated from him, and even Noin had to acknowledge it. And she did, raising her hand in defeat.
"It's okay, Mr Winner, but I had to try. I am sure you understand my point of view."
"I do, and I appreciate your efforts. But my security is not the goal of this inquiry, although it shall be taken care of. Your agents probably have better things to do. I suppose you and Agent Po will be coming to L4."
"Since Mr Chang pointed out that Lady Une didn't carry out her personal revenge against Mr Yuy and will be back for him, yes", Noin said. "That's our best chance to catch her."
"Then again, you are welcome to stay at the Winner Mansion. This is no secret that you're investigating the case, so I don't think that will be a problem."
"Thank you", Sally said.
"There is another thing, agent Noin", Quatre said suddenly. "What do you and Agent Wind intend to do about Heero ?"
Noin raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean exactly by that ?"
"Well, Agent Wind freely admitted that arresting Heero was, for a while, part of his inquiry. Is that information still accurate ?"
Heero snorted, making everyone in the room look at him.
"I don't think that will be a problem, Katoru", he said. "You see, technically, Heero Yuy does not exist. This is not my real name, I borrowed it. If anyone runs a search, they will find no file anywhere. And it's not like I leave a lot of traces on my crime scenes."
"He is absolutely right", Noin confirmed. "All we really have as far as the GSA is concerned are that nickname of Perfect Soldier and the aces of spades. No DNA, no fingerprints, we virtually know nothing about him. And his confession is not enough. If you knew the numbers of deluded psychos we had turning themselves in and claiming to be the Perfect Soldier … So, no, we will not arrest him. I'm not sure Agent Wind will like it, but honestly, I don't care. I never really missed any of the targets you eliminated, Mr Yuy. I am not saying I approve of your methods, but I understand, I think."
"I doubt you would", Heero replied, "but it doesn't matter. I am not a killer anymore, Agent Fire, so it's very doubtful you will see anymore aces of spades after the end of that case. People will forget the Perfect Soldier just like they forgot Odin Lowe. It will be nothing more than one of these urban legends."
"And I see you do your background searches quite thoroughly", Noin said, unable to hide the admiration in her voice. "Do you know all of our code names ?"
"I probably know more about the GSA than Colonel Fujirawa will ever, Agent Fire. By the way, since my ex-employers have decided I'm no use to them anymore, I shall be more than happy to repay them by bringing in the spies they infiltrated in your organization. I suppose that, as an informant, I shall remain anonymous."
There was a short silence as Noin considered her options.
"I think we can find some kind of agreement, Mr Yuy. Your knowledge of the underground world would certainly be valuable to us, but I think I am right when I say you would prefer to work on your own."
Heero nodded.
"I will have to talk to my superiors about this. I am allowed to have my own informants, in and outside the usual network. Most of them are referenced and have code names, but some of them are … let's say less official, to sum it up. Would you consider working for us that way ?"
"Not for you", Heero corrected with a glare. "With you. And if it suits me. I don't give a damn about being paid. I owe you nothing, and I give you information if I think I must do it. Take it or leave it."
Quatre took his hand and squeezed it.
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to", the young Arabian said.
"I want to", Heero answered. "It's about the only way I can really make a difference without a gun. I won't let the opportunity pass me by. As long as we're clear that I don't work for you, Agent Fire, but only for myself, I guess we can reach an agreement."
"Well, I think now you know why even the Doctors are scared of him, don't you, Lu ?", Sally said with a grin.
Lucrezia smiled a bit too. A free-lance informant. It could be more than useful, as long as he didn't feel threatened or used. If she, or any of the Special Squad, including Milliardo and Sally, made a bad move, they would probably not be alive long enough to regret it, as the blue gaze clearly indicated. Heero Yuy would work his own way, and would certainly not stand being ordered around. Milliardo was not going to like it. Lucrezia's grin widened as she imagined what his reaction was going to be.
"I cannot decide this on my own, Mr Yuy. Colonel Fujirawa will need to be informed, although your identity is to remain confidential. I won't even tell it to her. But then, I will need to assign you a code name so as to be able to refer to you in briefings and conversations. You are not our first anonymous informant, but I can't call you Mr Nobody, now can I ?"
Heero nodded again.
"Giving you a code name will imply creating a file on the GSA database. That file will bear your code name. You will post there any information that you wish to pass to us. Usually, the files also contains an ID file on the informant, but I shall make sure this section will remain empty. It's not like I could put a lot in it anyway. And it's not like you couldn't empty the file and crash our database. If those terms are okay with you, then I will do my best to have that file created the soonest possible."
"It's fine with me, Agent Fire. Just as long as you know what you've gotten yourself into."
'That is what I'm not really sure of', Lucrezia thought. 'On the other hand, it's not like I have a choice. We can't arrest Lady Une without him. And the young Winner would rip our throat before we could even think to act against him. We already traded impunity against information in the past, we can do it again.'
"Well, since that's settled, let's go and see Mrs Winner", Sally finally said.
O.O.O.O.O
"The medical transfer is ready, Mrs Winner", Dr Corday said. "I'm letting you out on the sole condition that you will follow the instructions of your physical therapist. I called him today, and made sure to design the best program for your rehabilitation. This is serious, Mrs Winner. Fail to follow that program, and you could damage your spinal cord. If you want to walk again and quickly, you will have to do what he says."
"I will", Iria said, smiling. "I don't see how I could be of any use to my family in a wheelchair anyway."
"As for sessions with a psychologist …"
"Don't bother, Dr Corday. I lost my father. I know I am supposed to grieve and accept that loss. No doctor can do it for me."
"I am more worried about the effects that shock can have on your recuperation, actually."
"There won't be any effects. I am more than willing to recover my health quickly. My brother will need me. My sons need me. Failing them would damage my morale more surely than grieving my father."
"Right. I trust you, Mrs Winner. I expect to have news soon. And I am truly sorry for your loss."
"Thank you, Dr Corday. I know it must be hard for you too to lose a patient. I am sure you did everything you could."
Elisabeth Corday nodded. Iria gestured to the young man who had been waiting in a corner to come closer.
"Abdul, you will please contact my father's personal assistant and ask him to make a donation to the Memorial Medical Center in memory of my father."
Elisabeth Corday didn't have time to protest before the door swung open, revealing Sally Po, Lucrezia Noin, Quatre Winner and his friends.
"Good morning, Mrs Winner", Sally said. "Good morning, Elisabeth."
"Good morning, Sally", Elisabeth answered. "I was just giving my last recommendations to Mrs Winner. I'll go now, I have other patients to visit."
"Thank you, Elisabeth. Oh, and by the way, you are to be head of the unit while I am away. Congratulations."
"Oh, thanks a bunch, Sally", Elisabeth growled. "Do you think I've got nothing better to do than paperwork ?"
"It was either you or Romano. I prefer you."
"I see. Pardon me if I don't drool with gratitude."
Both women smiled, and Dr Corday left the room after saying a general good bye. As soon as she was gone, Iria opened her arms and Quatre ran to her. They hugged each other, completely oblivious to the fact that there were about seven other persons in the room who had a slight feeling to be intrusive. Iria just held her brother close. He looked very young and very tired, but who wouldn't in his place, she thought. He was barely eighteen, and had the whole weight of the Winner family on his shoulders now. In fact, it was a miracle he was holding on that well. And that young man with his bronzed skin and intense blue eyes was probably part of the mystery.
"How are you, Quatre ?", Iria asked, kissing the top of the blond head.
"I've been better", Quatre admitted wearily, " but I'm okay for the moment. I … I am not sure how I will be, though."
"It's normal, I guess", Iria sighed.
She turned to the young American, who was holding the hand of the highest of the young men in the room.
"Come here, Duo. I'm fine now. I can hug people, Dr Corday did not forbid it."
Duo smiled a shadow of his usual thousand watts grin, but went to hug Iria nonetheless. It was obvious to everyone in the room that he was more than relieved that she was alright. His grip was slightly trembling, and his violet eyes moist with unshed tears.
"Don't scare us like that again, Iria", he said softly.
"I promise", Iria answered with a smile. "No more stunts with snipers."
The dialog sounded strange, but it helped to ease the tension in the room.
"Hilde arrived on L4 last night with David", Duo said. "She said you girls are probably gonna be too busy with the funeral and all that jazz, so she's gonna take care of the house and place the guests for you. Amal's helping her."
"That's very kind of her."
"The least she could, Iria. Once you're home, you'll probably be too tired to do it anyway. And she's happy to do it for you."
"What about all those other people ?", Iria asked her brother.
"Well, you already know Wufei and Dr Po, or rather Agent Po, now. Both Agent Po and Agent Noin will come with us to L4 to keep on with their inquiry, and we will help them. This is Trowa Barton, Duo's boyfriend, and Heero Yuy."
"So, that's you my little brother has fallen for", Iria said, making Heero blush furiously. "He's always had good taste, I must give him that. I suppose it is not the right time to ask for the whole story, but I hope you two will be happy. You are all coming to L4, are you ?"
"They are", Quatre said. "They will be staying at the Mansion with us. Iria, what am I supposed to do about WEI now ?"
"Nothing for the moment, Quatre", Iria said, caressing his cheek. "Father took dispositions. I am supposed to carry them out, but given my condition, Khadija is currently in charge. The will will be opened after the funeral. Then, there will be a exceptional board reunion. It is scheduled in about a week. You will have some time to prepare for that. Right now, the only thing we have to do is go home and present our last respects to our father."
There was a short silence, before Iria called for Abdul.
"Show the communiqué to Quatre, Abdul. I want him to approve."
Quatre read it and just nodded his approval.
"I'll go down with him", he said. "I won't answer any questions, but I … I think it would be best for me to be there."
Iria watched her little brother tenderly. 'Father really shouldn't have been so hard on him', she thought sadly. 'He knows what he is doing. He is coping with the situation better than I expected him to.'
"Do as you wish, Quatre", she said. "You are the boss now. You decide. Just … stay safe."
"I will", Quatre said, hugging his sister. "I have to go back to the hotel after, and pack my bags. I'll see you on the shuttle."
The little group of five and the two agents left the room to go down to the entrance hall of the hospital, where journalists were avidly waiting for any updates on what was going on. Being one of the greatest companies in the world, the situation of WEI could affect many lives both on Earth and in the colonies. It was necessary to reassure people.
They were going down a corridor when they suddenly saw someone standing at the end of it. Treize Kushrenada seemed to be waiting for someone. Zechs Merquise was standing behind him and looked supremely unconcerned by his surroundings. As soon as he saw Quatre, Treize came forward.
"Mr Winner, I wanted to tell you personally how sorry I am for …"
Treize didn't have the chance to go any further. First, because he was shot by one of Yuy's infamous glares, and that was enough to make any intelligent man recoil. And if Treize was sometimes a bit rash, he was far from being stupid, and knew a death threat when he saw one. He backed off a little. Then, there was the fact that Quatre Winner himself seemed to have taken lessons from Yuy and was also glaring at him, with so much hatred, disgust and contempt that it shocked even Treize. Chang Wufei, although three good inches smaller than Treize, managed to look down his nose at the man, his black eyes clearly expressing that any worm would be more honorable than the person in front of him. The braided young man had tensed when he had first seen him, but was now grinning a bit maniacally, his eyes not quite sane. The last ones, two GSA agents and a tall young man, seemed to look through him as if he was not even there.
Heero had to fight back a wave of nausea as the hatred emanating from Quatre hit him, but as he felt exactly the same, it wasn't too difficult. What was really bugging him was that Quatre was feeling that way partly because of that man, and Quatre shouldn't be feeling that way. Apparently, Duo agreed with him, because he took a step forward and poked Treize in the chest. Heero almost snorted when he saw the move, wondering if anyone had ever done anything so disrespectful to Treize, especially a L2 street-child with an almost four-foot long braid and wearing a priest sweater. He caught Zechs'eye and saw that the blond man was also controlling himself so as not to laugh out loud behind his boss' back.
"Okay, buddy, let's clear things a bit, just you and me", Duo said, still grinning. "I see you near Quatre in the future and that'll be the last thing you do. I'm sure you don't have any right to be here right now, and I frankly don't care, but I'm ready to volunteer if Dr Po here asks someone to throw you out !"
Treize stared at Duo, clearly wondering if he was hallucinating.
"You stay away from him", Duo kept on, "or we'll make sure you'll regret it."
The threat was uttered on a joyful tone that only made Duo look creepier. Zechs, for one, was not fighting his laugh anymore, he really didn't see anything funny in the scene before him. Duo Maxwell was deadly serious, and Zechs suddenly had no doubt that he would kill Treize if the man made a bad move.
Duo leaned closer to Treize, speaking to him in a whisper so that no one else heard him.
"Oh, and K-babe, that name, German and all ? It really sucks !"
The young American then pulled away and began to make his way back to Trowa. The green-eyed teen caught Duo's hand and shot a murderous glare to Treize.
"Can I kill him ?", Duo asked playfully.
Trowa shrugged.
"Only if Quatre is okay with it", he said, deadpan.
The little group began to make its way to the elevator, ignoring both Treize and Zechs. Chang Wufei was the last, and stopped briefly in front of Treize. There was so much disgust on his face that even Zechs shivered at the sight. The young Chinese pinned Treize with his intense glare.
"Shia jun (2)", he almost spat, before joining his friends.
Treize watched in disbelief as the elevator doors closed.
"What does it mean ?", he asked.
"It means that there are a good many chances Mr Chang knows who killed his wife", Zechs said. "And unless I am mistaken, KI will never ever have a new partnership with WEI."
"As long as this was enough to stop those stupid charities … You could have done something, Zechs", Treize added, looking a bit hurt.
Zechs shot him his most innocent look, ice-blue eyes blazing with glee.
"Me ? I am neither your bodyguard, nor your head of Security, and I told you not to come here. Next time, maybe you'll listen to me."
Treize looked thoughtful for a moment.
"We're going back to L1", he finally said. "There's nothing we can do here. Just be sure to stay in contact with Lady Une. She might need you soon. And I need to warn my people on L2. Somehow, I don't think we have heard Mr Winner's last word."
'No, you haven't', Zechs thought. 'But you have absolutely no idea what that last word will be.'
O.O.O.O.O
(1) This is actually the same sentence as 'anata wa hitoride de wa arimasen', which means 'You are not alone', but in a less refined language level.
(2) This Chinese insult is, according to my Chinese speaking contact, the worse thing you can say when you're Asian, kind of when someone tells that to you, the only option left for you is suicide (okay, maybe I'm exaggerating things a bit, but that's the idea). Bizarrely, the only accurate translation I found in English is "pathetic useless bunch", which is not that vulgar or offensive said like that. Strange, ne ?