born ready, f.hargreeves [1]

xvii.

(Based off 2.10

The End of Something)

A soft settling of snow fell from the sky as the Hargreeves walked into their courtyard, a dark casket standing in the middle in a thin layer of snow. Each child brandished an umbrella though Number Four and Eight huddled under one together. Though she remained stoic, she had been crying into her twin's chest since Ben's death,

Pogo stopped in front of the casket, their father just behind him as he announced, "Your father is ready to give the eulogy, children,"

"The world is full of injustice. Good people die along with the bad. This cosmic equation will never change unless evil itself is wiped from existence. Thankfully, there are powerful forces pushing back against the wicked and iniquitous, individuals who have the strength to pull together against insurmountable odds to face adversity with unblinking courage, and not to hesitate to sacrifice themselves for another. Unfortunately, none of you are such people. Despite years of training and weeks of preparation, you allowed Number Six to die on this mission,"