[Gateau kneels in the gardens at Xanadu, soaking wet even though there's no rain. His hands are fisted in the grass at his knees, but he feels the loose dirt of a newly dug grave.]
Mother... Father... I'm sorry.
[His shoulders slump lower to the ground in defeat.]
They took Eclair. I'm sorry. I couldn't protect her. I tried... I failed.
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