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Luther opened the door to the backyard with their Father's ashes in hand. The other siblings stepped out after him, accompanied by Mom and Pogo.
As Abigail walked out, she shunned looking at Ben's statue as it were second nature. She couldn't bring herself to look at him entirely because she felt guilty of his death but not looking at him made her feel even more guilty.
Mom, Allison, Vanya, and Five all held black umbrellas to shelter them from the rain. Klaus had a small, translucent umbrella with a pink rim that was reasonably fished out of the basement. Luther, Diego, and Abigail were the only ones without umbrellas. They were drenched by the rain but they didn't seem to care. They could deal with getting sick. They've dealt with a lot worst.
"Did something happen?" Mom asked with a clueless smile on her face while the siblings' frown deepened. "Dad died. Remember?" Allison said.
"Oh. Yes, of course." Mom frowned and looked down.
"Is Mom okay?" Allison asked.
"Yeah, yeah, she's fine," Diego defended as Klaus lit a cigarette and placed it in his mouth while Abigail chewed on some gum. "She just needs to rest." Diego briefly glanced over to Mom before looking back at Allison. "You know, recharge."
Pogo walked towards them and looked at Luther. "Whenever you're ready, dear boy."
Luther took a breath, stepping forward as he opened the urn and emptied out the ashes onto the ground. Klaus recoiled at the sight with his cigarette in hand as he watched the ashes fell straight into a heap on the dirt while Abigail chuckled quietly with a melancholic expression.
Luther sheepishly looked up and said, "Probably would have been better with some wind." The others looked away in response.
Breaking the cumbersome tension in the air, Pogo spoke up. "Does anyone wish to speak?" Another uncomfortable silence followed Pogo's question. He shifted uncomfortably and continued. "Very well."
Pogo cleared his throat and said, "In all regards, Sir Reginald Hargreeves made me what I am today. For that alone, I shall forever be in his debt. He was my master and my friend, and I shall miss him very much. He leaves behind a complicated legacy-"
"He was a monster," Diego interrupted. Klaus laughed at his comment while Abigail snickered. "He was a bad person and a worse father. The world's better off without him."
"Diego," Allison urged.
But Diego didn't stop his tirade. "My name is Number Two. You know why? Because our father couldn't be bothered to give us actual names. He had Mom do it." Everyone looked down as they could not argue with him on this.
At the sound of her name, she perked up and asked, "Would anyone like something to eat?"
"No, it's okay, Mom." Vanya smiled at her in sympathy. "Oh, okay." Mom's smile wavered a bit but remained.
