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“Later, after we’re done talking.” You prefer to keep things here. Odetta isn’t trustworthy yet.
“Very well.” Fiora doesn’t object. No one else seems to mind either. Going from a graveyard to a comatose wing isn’t the most uplifting of prospects… “There’s a beautiful garden over there. Let’s move our business to that spot. We shouldn’t be a bother to the ones mourning, and the mourned...” The tall gall commands as she cleans up the hot dog crumbs near the graves.
Originally, Fiora wanted to go on a walk while telling Kobashi’s story, but the tale proved too dense to not stay in one spot. Hell, it was so captivating, you didn’t notice when she got rid of the bouquets! Anyway, she wants to move away from Marcela’s tomb in case that filthy Gerard comes back.
You’re by the central garden inside the cemetery, it’s a large beautiful circular spot full of flowers with sidewalks. There are no tombstones, no graves, or any type of plaque. Except for one right by the entrance that reads <span class="mu-i">‘Life Continues’</span>. Weird thing to have here, but you’re not going to question it. People create strange things when they’re mourning.
“Hmm, Ms. Fiora. I have a question.” Amelia is slowly warming up to the goth lady.
“What is it, my dear?” Fiora continues having her inviting aura. Despite her appearance…
“What happened to everyone else involved in the battle against Lokie? I mean the people that didn’t have superpowers, like Mr. Ihor or the Lion guy!” Amelia asks.
“I don’t think we should talk about the Lion guy.” Odetta has a cool head on her shoulders.
“He went on trial again for escaping prison, won the case, and was exonerated from all previous charges. He then married his lawyer and settled down.” Fiora reveals the most surprising thing of the evening. “He ended up with one gorgeous child.”
“Y-You serious?” You have to ask…!
“Yes.” Fiora shows you a lovely family picture. The kid reminds you of the Markgician… Could it be? “The Lion-Tamer always gets his man, and in this case, his woman.” Fiora has a beam of satisfaction. You, Amelia, and Odetta are speechless.
“J-Johnny, that kid, I-I think that’s the supercriminal: Mark the Markgician!” Amelia points out.
“Stop. He’s NOT a supercriminal.” You don’t want to live in a world where this guy is taken seriously.
“I, too, believe in his innocence. He would not hurt a fly.” That’s not what you meant, Fiora is way too nice for her own good.
“Can we PLEASE stop talking about him?” You beg.
