A large yew tree marked a sighting along the path and we sat under it. The arils were all around us and looked ripe enough to eat, yet we didn't pick a single one or mention their presence in words. As we sat, we saw an elderly couple kneeling next to a grave a few rows away and placing a bouquet of dragon lilies near the headstone. “Octavia?” "Yes?" “I will miss him.” “Me too,” I said. I placed a hoof in her lap, feeling a look of pain and sadness cross my face. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Dusty's mourners leave in a carriage; and it would only be a matter of time before we did the same. And for the first time in our lives we would all be alone. I pulled Vinyl closer to me and her tears finally broke loose. That's why I didn't say anything. Realistically, we as living beings are constantly affected by the very fabric of death, suffering and emptiness; nothing will ever change the situation; because this is life; and it might be difficult when it happens, but of course we get through it with or without someone by our side. Vinyl and I were alone now, just the two of us. Vinyl and I would get through this together… no matter how arduous it would be. I held her tight and the tears kept coming.