[ Lacus had been expecting a death this morning. She'd prepared herself to lose someone dear to her. But there is no amount of steeling your heart that can prepare you for the reality of suddenly having someone ripped from your life whom you were fully expecting to say good morning to.

Her steps were quick and determined when she began approaching the table, but on the last meters Lacus slows down and falters. ]

You... I'm so sorry.

[ Lacus looks down at Orange in her hands. 'A good luck charm', she'd said. After all, would Zelkov bring himself into danger if he had one of hers looking after him? One of hers to look after?

But of course, Orange had never been in danger. Orange had been left guarding the garden, their projects and prayers within it. ]

I'm sorry... Zelkov... I should have been with you...

[ She knows that she can't disturb the crime scene, but she can at least run a finger over his cheek, can't she? This much should be allowed, surely? ]

Please... sleep well. You've slept so little.