The next morning.....

Velvet Breeze walked along with the stone of the sidewalk. One familiar to her. She had to know. She needed to know.

She had to confirm it herself.

She came to the Canterlot cemetery, near the edge of the Everfree Forest. There were a few other people there paying respects to lost loved ones, or the occasional bitter person spitting on the grave of the person they hated most in life.

She shook her head, ignoring them, walking past the tombstones with various names inscribed, till she saw his. Inscribed on a simple stone, in between one labeled Blizzard Wind, and the other with the name covered in flowers, was the grave of Frigid Night.

Frigid Night, one of the many Assassins who gave their lives in the Assassin-Templar war. Frigid Night, who was a skilled Assassin and defended the girls when the golems went after them after King Sombra killed almost the entirety of their Trottingham Buerue and Mentor Steel Shine. And Frigid Night who died at the hands of one of these golems, his last act being him reaching out for Mirror March who he saw waiting for him in the afterlife.

She sped walked to the grave and examined it as closely as possible, checking the stone and the blades of grass, and even checking nearby graves briefly. No signs of tampering, nor breaks in the dirt and grass were visible to her.

At least, to her naked eyes.

She stood up straight and closed her eyes. Focusing her senses, the world greyed around her, and she saw things with a bright clarity as she opened her eyes. The people around her were all highlighted in a deep, dull grey.

her vision fell onto the grave, and she saw that there wasn't anything else she could turn up with the enhanced sight.

She removed her Eagle Vision and sighed.

"Visiting an old friend?" A new voice asked.

Velvet whirled around, entering a combative stand, but sighed as she stared into Marc's face, who held up his hands in a surrendering manner, in his right hand was a rose. His cheek had a bandage covering a cut. He dressed in a black t-shirt with the vague shape of an Eagle's skull, or an inverted V of sorts, printed on it, and the Roaman number for three imprinted inside the skull.

"Uh....hi." He blinked.

"Ugh. You. What are you doing here?" Velvet asked, adopting a relaxed pose.

"Paying respects to the dead," He said, before bending down and placing the flowers on Frigid's grave, remaining there for a few moments with his fingertips touching the earth.
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"What was your connection to him?" Velvet asked curiously.

"None," Marc replied honestly. "I just felt like leaving the flowers on his grave. I come here often to think, and found that not many seemed to know him in life, so I felt I'd leave these. I know it may seem weird, but I do it either way."

"It is kind of weird, mind telling me why?" Velvet asked.

Marc shrugged.

"I dunno. I felt like I'd do it. It felt like the nice thing to do. The kind thing to do. Is it really so odd? For a stranger to leave a rose? I may have never known him in life, but I chose to let him live on through me. Everyone deserves to be remembered. Even if I only know his name, I still chose to remember him, because no one else will. Even dictators and evil bastards are remembered. Or at least they should be. As a message to the future to try not to do this again. That's the true Hell. Being forgotten, because that means your actions in your life, never touched another. And while he didn't touch mine in life, I chose to touch his in death." Marc replied, a small smile on his face.

"Wow." Velvet blinked, taking in what he said. "How...nice. Leaving roses for the forgotten."

"Yeah. It's just.....I don't know why I do it, I just do," Marc said getting up from the ground. "You know why I'm here. May I ask as to why you're here?"

Velvet wondered what to say, before sighing. "I.....was checking on an old friend."

"An old friend? Like, Mr. Night here?" Marc asked, raising an eyebrow and jabbing a thumb to the grave.

"Yeah," Velvet sighed. "May I....ask you a question?"

"You just did!" Marc chuckled. "Just kidding. Ask away!"

"What if....you knew someone, and were close to them, but saw them die? Yet.....what feels like years later, they suddenly came back?" Velvet asked.

Marc pondered on this, an unreadable expression on his features.

After a moment, he answered.

"Well. I think I should leave them be," Marc said. "if you saw them die, that means that they made a sacrifice for you. best not to cheapen it with the thought of them coming back. Perhaps what you saw a look-alike. They exist. I mean, I can't tell you how many times I've encountered look-alikes of me!"

Velvet nodded. "Thanks, kid. You've given me lots to think about."

"No prob. I try to help," Marc smiled as Velvet got up and left. As soon as she was out of eyeshot, Marc scowled.

"Bloody Hell, she knows about Frigid," Marc sighed. "I may need to take her out of the equation, in order for things to go well. If not, my plans are about to go South, really quickly. Its a shame. I liked her. She had such potential. Well, best keep an eye on her, lest she sees somethin' she shouldn't. Isn't that right, old friend?"

The only reply he got was the light breeze.

"Well then. Allons-y," Marc said weakly before walking after her.

Velvet walked alone on the sidewalk, cars whizzing past her as she was deep in thought.

Could it have been a double? A look-alike? That Yang fellow called the look-alike Agent Night. As in Frigid Night?[ And those eyes.

Those unnatural gold eyes burned into her memory, causing her to shudder. Before she realized something

Yang said he was Frigid Night. Yang said he worked with Frigid Night!

"Why would he say that it was specifically Frigid Night if it was a look-alike?" she asked herself aloud. "I need to find him!"

She then rushed down the sidewalk, a menacing figure following behind.

Author's Note

shorter chapter because I had no real clue how to end it. I'll post the next one eventually.