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Grief was somethingwhich hurt and pierced the heart a lot more than a simple goodbye. Grief was something which made some act out because they can't take it anymore. Grief, despite how human it made everyone, was something which Peter wasn't sure how much longer he could feel it. Especially when he—and basically everyone who knew Neal—looked down at his grave, grief was what everyone had felt, grief over the guy who deserved so much more than death, a guy who deserved to see as his son grew older after missing out so many years.
Neal's death had shocked them all, it wasn't something which they expected, especially knowing that Henry didn't remember his father properly. It shocked Peter the most considering that he always thought that Neal would be here, that even after everything that they've gone through, Neal would still be here to help out as and when he could. Neal was someone to which they could all at least rely on in some way, and now he wasn't here at all, and Peter wasn't sure as to what to feel.
His coffin descended into his grave and once it reached the bottom, Hook picked up dirt with a shovel, pausing for a moment before he then threw the dirt into the grave. One by one, going from Hook, to Peter, to Devin, to Baz, and so on, they all shovelled a pile of dirt into Neal's grave. Even some of the Lost Boys who'd come back from Neverland the year prior—the ones that were friends with Neal—had come for his burial. Emma and Henry were some of the last ones to throw a pile of dirt into Neal's grave.
The one thought which throbbed in the back of Peter's head was how he wished—and hoped—that both Gold and Camilla were here to at least say their goodbyes to Neal. They should be here, by their side, having the ability to say goodbye to the person that they both care about—but instead, they were under the control of Zelena, the one who might as well had killed Neal at her own hands. He wanted them here, they deserved to say goodbye to him more than anything.
Both Gold and Camilla had been in pain—mentally and emotionally—since the death of Neal. Both couldn't exactly process it properly and no matter how much they wanted to rid themselves of what they felt, they knew that they couldn't, but it hurt to feel like this. It hurt them both that there was nothing that they could have done to prevent Neal dying, and yet they felt as if there was still something that could have helped and prevented it.
The pair was either side of Gold's cage—Gold inside on the floor, and Camilla outside, resting her back against the bars. Neither of them were sure on how long they were there for, but it didn't matter. Both knew that the other was going through the same pain, and yet despite knowing that they were in each other's company, it didn't seem to help with the way that they felt at all.
Camilla wasn't sure how long Zelena was with them, but by the looks of it, she seemed to be enjoying the pain that they were both in. In a way, it made Camilla want to punch her, but she didn't against everything that she felt, she didn't have the energy to even fight.
