"I see.. thank you.... Could you hand me the fabric please?"

She says.this without looking at Federico, instead she's staring deep into the only black mirror. She reaches out her hand attempting to reach through, only to simply plink against the glass. fuck... This is really it huh.... He's really gone... It's almost ... No no it's tragic, Sunday was the best of us even.. even if he wouldn't listen... He didn't deserve this... she gently brushes her hand against the mirror.

"Sunday... I'm sorry..... I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to protect you this time...why.. why would you never listen to me you stupid ... Stubborn... Amazing man...why.. why do you deny THEIR gifts..."

The tears start to fall before she has even realized it. Robin has cried more during her time on the boat then she has the entire rest of her life... She hates it. She turns to face Federico, her left eye has a pink tinge to it and this time it isn't the tears.

"I doubt it would be possible but traditional ceremonies normally involve casting the deceased into space on a small personal shuttle... However resources are limited.. perhaps we should just drape what little we have over the mirror... As a memorial.."

She gently turns back twords the mirror and rests her head against it. Letting out small muffled whimpers like that of a mourning songbird.