Eurydice

We Only See Each Other At Weddings And Funerals - 3

The scene cut to stone plaque that read,

BEN HARGREEVES MAY THE DARKNESS WITHIN YOU FIND PEACE IN THE LIGHT

Thunder rumbled as rain drenched the statue of the young boy. The door to the backyard opened and the siblings walked out with Luther in the front, carrying the urn. An aerial view of the siblings showed everyone carrying black umbrella's all except for Luther, Diego and Klaus. Luther and Diego forgoing any Umbrellas and Klaus carrying a transparent one with pink ruffles.

The siblings made a half circle around Luther. The camera focused on Grace who was wearing a black coat and an emotionless smile, "Did something happen?" she asked.

"What?" They all shared a confused look, "How does she not know what's going on?" Peter asked.

"Is mom alright?" Allison asked, all of them looking at Diego who looked away, they all knew he had been the closest to mom.

"Dad died," Allison frowned in confusion, "Remember?"

"Oh," Grace looked down, smile fading, "Yes, of course."

Vanya cast their mother a concerned look. "Is mom ok?" Allison asked Diego who nodded, "Yeah, yeah she's fine."

Five frowned at his response while Klaus put a cigarette in his mouth. Lucia held a hand out and Klaus placed a cigarette on it and lit it.

 "She just needs to rest. You know, recharge," Diego said, his eyes on their mom. 

"Exactly," Diego nodded at his words.

Pogo's hunched over figure walked up to them, his walking stick squelching the mud. "Whenever you're read, dear boy," he reassured Luther.

Luther stared down at the urn in his hands. It was all that remained of a once overpowering figure. With trembling hands he opened the urn and turned it over. Their entire life, Reginald Hargreeves had been someone to be feared, to be obeyed yet here he was reduced to a pile of clumped up ashes on the mud.

Klaus winced at the amount of ash that had been left in urn. Luther frowned, looking inside the urn to see if there was more but frowned when the thing was empty, "Probably would have been better with some wind," he awkwardly mumbled.

They shared awkward looks with each other, Sirius snickered, recalling when Klaus had spilled at least half of the ashes.

They sent Klaus deadpan looks, the man himself smiled sheepishly.

"Does anyone wished to speak?" Pogo asked and everyone avoided his eyes. Diego did his best to bite his tongue, knowing that words he wanted to tell of their father were not the ones Pogo wanted. "Very well," Pogo sighed.

"In all regards, Sir Reginald Hargreeves made me what I am today. For that alone I shall forever be in his debt." Diego looked away, eyes darkening at Pogo's words, "He was my master and my friend. And shall miss him very much," his voice trembled, a tear streaked down Luther's face.

"I am confused," Rin frowned, "Wasn't he a terrible person?"
"Yeah," James said, "But he was still their father."

"That doesn't mean anything," Sirius scoffed, he knew what it was like to have terrible people raise you and then having to hear people praise them like they were god!

Regulus slouched in his chair, he didn't know how to tell them that just because he was a terrible person doesn't mean they couldn't morn the person he could have been.

Diego nodded at the young boy's words. He shot him a curious look, the young boy spoke as if he had personal experience dealing with terrible parents.