Ninety-three years old.
Heath passed away.
At his funeral.
Hela watched her husband lie in the crystal coffin.
Lying inside is an old man in a suit.
A wrinkled old man, with only a lifetime of suits. In addition to the suit, there was a compass-like object on his chest in the coffin, looking as if it would be buried with him.
The old woman bowed her head and murmured:
"Until death do us part."
A man in a black suit appeared behind the old woman, seemingly out of nowhere.
The old woman asked:
"Are you here to pay your respects to him?"
Hewitt nodded:
"He was a good and talented man, but for you, he hid all his gifts."
The old woman asked:
"Can't you deceive yourself?"
Hewitt shook his head:
"I've never deceived anyone. A true master weaves lies with the truth."
Hela said for the third time:
"Thank you for letting me meet and part with him."
Hewitt said:
"It was not me who let you two meet, it was just the two of you met, nothing more."
