Every month or so, when he wasn't busy, Copia would gather flowers from the garden and visit the ministry cemetery, being sure to give all of his brothers their favorite flowers. He would spend a while there, just sitting by the graves and listening to the wind rustle the leaves.

He was there today, setting the flowers down on Terzo's grave -- red roses, as his brother was always a romantic. He sighed, stepping back and staring at the names engraved on the stone in silence.