The family came first, Medea represented them.
"Lord Forsythe, her voice faltered and she sniffed, looking away for a bit.
Myra watched her closely from where she sat.
"He was my rock, my anchor, my everything. From the day I met him and even when I left my kingdom and people, I never doubted what a great man he was. I remember the day Lord Ichabod brought news of his death. The same day we applied for registration. My world ended then. He was my point, my support, my all… Her voice faltered and she paused, looking away.
Myra looked away, the lady had no idea who Rafael was. To her left Lady Leah sat, weeping into a small napkin. She barely held back the scoff. Around, many sinners were doing the same. She shook her head; he wasn't even dead.
"However, I guess we have to move on, she paused and sniffed. "But I'm sure he lives on in all of our hearts. Lord Forsythe had a dream for us here and even now he's left us, we will carry on his legacy in honor of his name. He's achieved so much in so little time I wonder if we can match his strides, she chuckled. "I'm sure, however, that we shall try our best."
Brut came next, representing Gomorrah and its forces.
"Lord Forsythe was and still is the greatest sinner I've ever seen.
Some sinners present cleared their throats rather noisily.
"He seemed different from the rest. I've never seen anyone stand up for his beliefs the way he did. He came to our home and yet it was he that took us in…
Lot leaned in towards Mel, covering his mouth with one hand. "Brut sure prepared for this." He chuckled.
"Why not? He worships him. Who wouldn't? He was like a messiah to us. Who'd have thought we'd ever be registered again and the whole city as one family? He's unbelievable."
"… It's been hard, finding out about his death. But like milady said, this will not stop us. We shall carry on the legacy he's left behind."
DaVinci then took the stage – he'd insisted. He stood there and opened his mouth to speak, faltering. He turned and wept into a black napkin, then faced them once more but no words came out and he turned to the side, weeping.
Mycroft shook his head, "I wonder what Rafael did to him, I bet this is the first time he's not wearing blue."
Fairchild nodded, "He has a way of drawing you in."
"He's dead."
They looked at her with eyebrows arched.
"Fairchild said 'he has', he should've said 'he had'."
"Oh, yeah right…" His voice trailed off and he excused himself, leaving Medea and Mycroft puzzled.
The sinners from Sodom were getting impatient. DaVinci had done nothing but weep since he got there. Credo summoned Brut and asked him to get DaVinci out since he had nothing to say.
Myra watched the man on the stage through eyes as wide as slits. It was harder to tell with him. It really seemed like he'd been affected by the "death". However, it could still be an act like the rest of the sinners.
Someone apologized to another behind her, and there was the sound of people moving out of the way. That familiar feeling enveloped her, he was here too. Well, of course, he had to be. She smacked her head.
"I'm glad you came."
She looked at the old man and smiled, "You wouldn't have it any other way right?"
He shrugged and smiled, "You're giving a tribute."
She turned to him, her eyes widening slowly as she seemed to process what he had just said over and over again. Her head slowly shook from side to side and her mouth formed a 'no' even before she said it and when she did, it came out over and over again.
However, he got up and talked to the Roth on his way out. Her heart sunk, there was no avoiding it now. Maybe she shouldn't have come. What did he expect her to say at the funeral of a man whom she knew was very much alive and well?
Besides, he was the only other person that knew the truth here and not that she'd even told him. He already knew.
DaVinci apologized for his incessant outbursts and cleared his throat, breaking down for the umpteenth time.
Brut moved to remove him but he apologized once more, wiping his eyes.
"I'm ready now. I'll speak. He waved and Brut went back to where he'd been standing.
"Lord Forsythe was someone I met with for about the whole of 10 minutes. But in that time, I came to know him a lot more than you'd think.
"He had this way of pulling you in. Of drawing you to himself to make you see things his way. His persona just draws you to follow him through anything.
"As milady said, he had a dream and as you can see, even in his death, it's happening. If someone had told me that the sinners in Gomorrah would ever be registered, I'd have branded them cuckoo. But here we are, in a world where the entire Gomorrah has been registered as one massive family.
"I also want to agree with Brut that Lord Forsythe is the greatest sinner I've ever seen." He turned and wept into his napkin, reaching for Brut's support as he left.
Credo came next and condoned the family. He said little about Lord Forsythe, avoiding that part of the subject for obvious reasons.
The Roth came next and took the stage, Myra's heart was beating so loud, she looked around to see if someone else could hear it. That sinner, from the time she'd been taken to the Roth's castle, was staring at her. She averted her eyes immediately. Suddenly, Lady Leah was tapping her. The Roth had called for her.
Myra got up, instantly aware of all the eyes on her. Even under the black gown provided by the Roth, she felt completely exposed. She wondered what the Roth had said.
Only the members of Rafael's company weren't looking. She took the stage and her eyes swept through the crowd. She opened her mouth to speak but the words didn't come out. What was she to say?
The sinner behind now had a curious look on his face.
She looked at the coffin closely, trying to stir up feelings and generate words. She began to imagine him being in there and immediately tore her face away, covering her face with both hands.
She let her hands slide into a clasp. The lady was watching her now, her narrow eyes and slight frown passed the message.
Myra sighed deeply, she had everyone's attention now. Her heart seemed to be racing against time and she could clearly tell which was in the lead. She looked away and thought of that night. The floodgates were immediately opened. The emotions coming in uncontrollably.
Her eyes glistened with tears and she faced them.
Medea backed up against her seat, her eyebrows raised, and she stared at the woman on the stage, clearly confused at her actions up there. They clearly didn't fit the description.
Myra opened her mouth to speak,
Medea gasped,
"He's alive!"