It was a cool spring day, the wing calmly blowing. No one paid any attention to the small group who were silently walking through the graveyard.
Nika walked beside 47, with me on his other side. Nika wrapped her fur coat around her more tightly.
"Why are we doing this?" I heard Nika whisper. My eyes looked up at 47, I was curious to see his response. He never turned to look at her; he didn't say a single word. He responded with a low growl that emitted from deep within his throat. Nika's head immediately turned and faced forward. I laughed to myself.
"Typical 47." I thought.
"But 47, why are we doing this?" I asked, looking up at him. His dark eyes looked down at me.
"Because it's out of respect." He told me.
"But she…." I stopped right there. Because I knew 47 didn't like talking about that subject.
Instead I leaned forward to look at Nika, she was scowling. I chuckled to myself. I loved how when I asked the same question Nika did, 47 responded to me and not to her. It was one of the few things that amused me.
47 turned to the right, and we all followed. I stuck right behind 47 as he went in between one gravestone to another. We finally came to a small grave. I was immediately beside him again. I bet down with him. I tried to read his expression. Fear? No. Anger? Nope. His expression was complicated. And even me, who understood him almost more than he understood himself, could barely read his expression.
Nika stood behind 47 and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. I watched as he pulled one of his gloves off and moved his fingers across the cold stone of the gravestone. He retracted his hand and I traced the letters that were engraved across the small stone.
"Diana." I heard someone whisper. I then realized it was me. I bit my lip trying to hold back tears. I looked at 47, his eyes were closed and he was mouthing something.
"Probably praying." I thought.
"Diana, you were a good friend. But I guess you kind of deserved this, after what you did to 47. But I do think you should have lived a little longer. You were so young and had so much to live for. I guess that's all I have to say. We'll miss you, Diana. But in a way, we won't" I said without even realizing it.
I looked over at 47; his eyes were locked on the name of his former co-worker which was engraved in stone. The look on his face surprised me; he looked like he was going to cry.
"You alright?" I asked, placing my hand on his arm.
"Yeah, I'm fine." But it didn't sound so sincere.
Nika took a few steps back so 47 could stand up. After standing, he began to walk away. I hurried to keep up with him; Nika wasn't so quick, she was afraid that she would harm her expensive shoes.
When we reached the entrance to the cemetery, 47 took one last look, knowing he would never come back. "Goodbye, Diana." He whispered.