Tora's memorial service is today. Her funeral was private. This memorial will be public, exceptionally so. They worked out what she'd done shortly after her death was announced. She'd saved close to ten-thousand lives, not including the times she stopped the world being destroyed. And she would hate it. It will all be pomp and showy, so different from the sarcastic, understated woman we all knew and loved.

Etana is sitting at the table, staring at a photo. Herself, Nightcrawler and Tora, all grinning up at the camera, arms thrown about the others' shoulders. She closes her eyes then scrunches up the photo and throws it down. Then she gets up slowly and lowers her head, whispering under her breath. She turns towards me, her face blank and I know this is quite possibly going to be worse on her than the actual funeral. At least there, we were among friends, those who knew Tora and cared about her. Anyone could be here today. I wrap my arm around Tan's shoulders and we walk out into the crowd, towards the podium for those speaking. There's silence spreading out from around us as she staggers slightly and I catch her. She seems angry at that small display of weakness and stalks ahead, ignoring the catcalls as she straightens her back. X-23 halts and waits for Etana and they stand staring at each other for a moment before nodding curtly and continuing together. As I watch, Etana stumbles slightly again and Laura Kinney steadies her with a hand in the small of the back. And they walk like that, leaning on each other up to the seats at the front. Etana hugs Logan, presses a kiss to his forehead, wipes his face then –seemingly forgetting herself- pulls out a handkerchief, sticks it to his nose and mutters 'Blow.' She hands him the hankie and places a hand on his face, whispering something I can't hear. Then she crouches down to Jamie, holds out her arms and lets him fold up there. Eva steps out from behind Logan's legs and hugs her as well. I walk up in time to hear Jamie whisper in Tan's ear 'Don't cry. Maman doesn't want you to cry.'

Etana moves away and there are tears streaking across her face. She finally lets me help her up and takes her seat, resting her head on my shoulder. People who never knew her speak first and I feel Tan tense up. Cyclops gets less time than anyone else so far, merely enough to state that Tora was a good woman and a good friend. Another politician steps up and then Etana's standing on the podium, her face streaked with tears. She steps forward to the microphone and closes her eyes.

"I feel obliged by my friendship with Tora to say she would have hated every single minute of this stupid service. She never wanted to be a hero. She just wanted to help people, help the people who looked down on her because she was born different. She would have hated pompous fools spouting poetry about her when they never spoke to her in real life. She would have hated all you being here. To her, births, weddings and deaths were private. She never wanted you to give her any recognition more than considering her your equal. And you talk about her legacy! Well, here it is, in five words. You stupid people, stop hating."

And then she vanishes in a cloud of black smoke and then there's silence. And Logan just smiles softly.

"That's Tora…"