"However, none of you are such people!"

Luther remained stoic, looking down, anywhere but the coffin. Today is Ben's funeral and Reginald, Pogo, Grace, and the five other children are standing on the yard, Ben's coffin laid out in front of them. It's snowing, Luther notes. Ben hates snow and the cold in general.

Yet again, Ben would hate being dead.

"Despite years of training and weeks of preparation, you allowed Number Six to die on this mission!" Reginald exclaimed.

"It wasn't our fault!" Allison cried out.

"Excuses?" Reginald looked down to Allison's face. "I will not hear them. The Umbrella Academy has failed one of their own, the consequences of which are dire. Hold on to this feeling, children. Let it fester in your hearts. So there is never a next time." Reginald ended his eulogy. "Training will be cancelled for today out of respect of your brother. Training will resume tomorrow at 6 AM."

Reginald quickly left, followed by Grace who keeps up her wide robotic smile, followed again by Pogo. Vanya looked up to the group, her eyes full of tears. "It wasn't anybody's fault."

"How would you know, Vanya?" Diego barked out. Oh, how Ben would fucking hate this. "You weren't even there!"

Vanya glared at Diego and left.

"Nice going, arsehole." Luther glared at him, his grip on his black umbrella stronger than ever.

"What? We're all thinking about it!"

"Oh, so you're thinking, Diego?" Allison shot back as she turned to make her way back into the manor. "That's a first."

"Screw you!"

"Hey!" Luther jumped as he yelled at him. "Dad was right, we should have done more. This didn’t have to happen!"

"You should've done more, Luther!" Diego barked. "He died because of you!"

"He died because of those gun manufacturers!" Luther yelled at him. "Where the hell were you, huh?"

"I couldn't do it all by myself-"

"As if you were even there!" Luther grits his teeth.

"You're supposed to save him!" Diego shoved Luther. "You're supposed to be Number One! If you keep killing us, maybe I should be Number One. Who's next, Spacegirl?"

"Fuck you!" Luther shoved him, causing him to stumble far back.

Luther wasted no time as he ran in the manor, running back into his room. He locked the door- and started letting all his rage out. He threw the table beside his bed with such ease, causing the table to break apart and the contents to spill out, some breaking his windows. He threw the bed lamp to the wall, causing the lamp to break with a deafening shrill and a hole to appear in the wall, letting some snow in.

After watching Klaus piss on Reginald's gas tank and smuggle more brandy, Ben roamed around the house. To his surprise (or lack thereof), the house is a total shithole. Vanya is bawling her eyes out in Five's room, Allison is writing what would be her eulogy in tears, Diego is punching a few targets in the gym, and Luther. Luther's condition breaks his heart the most.

Luther's room is like a total shipwreck. Several things are spread out untidily on the floor with remnants of a bed lamp on, a newly holed wall, smashed windows and a smashed mirror. From the remnants of the mirror, Luther took a pretty big and sharp one. He must've decided to chase him the same way, Ben presumed, as Luther kept running the glass all across his right arm. Yet somehow, all of his works remain forming straight lines like a barcode.

Ben's eyes widened as he shifted his gaze from all over Luther's room to Luther himself as he whimpers, seemingly trying to push it deeper. As Luther is born with super durability, he needs more power to harm himself like this- and even more to hit his artery to let fresh, thick red blood to spray out of him. But if Ben doesn't intervene, Luther will succeed. Beads of ruby continuously drop down his arm.

Luther doesn't seem to give a fuck, but Ben does. Ben left the room (one of the advantages of being dead- locked doors don't work on him). Where the hell is Klaus? He's not in his room, he's not in Vanya's still-empty room, he's not in Diego's still-empty room, he's not in any empty rooms, he's not in the living room, he's not in any bathroom. Where the hell is Klaus?

There he is.

Klaus is in the kitchen, enjoying a burnt blunt. Ben knew he doesn't have much time before he stops seeing him and called for him.

"Klaus!" Ben calls. Klaus looks up and he smiled way brighter and more genuine than he ever smiled whilst he's alive.

"Benerino!"

"Luther!" Ben panics. "Luther needs our help!"

"Pfft, that's ridiculous!" Klaus exclaimed. "He's Number One! He doesn't need help from Number Four."

"Luther is trying to kill himself, you idiot!" Ben continued. Klaus' smile vanished. "I was in his completely destroyed room. He cuts himself and he already hits an artery, and he's not stopping himself!"

"Shit-" Klaus sighed. "Do you know where Mum is?"

"Where she usually is, the art gallery."

Klaus stood up and ran to the art gallery, finding Grace who is embroidering a black umbrella and a white number 6.

"Mum!" Klaus called. Grace faced him, her smile quickly returning. "Luther needs help!"

"Why, Klaus?" Grace asked. "Is he in danger?"

"He's trying to kill himself! Save him!" Klaus exclaimed. Grace's facial expression immediately drops.

Grace wasted no time as she stood up, rushing to Luther's room, Klaus following her from behind. As a robot, she used her full strength to force the door open. There's Luther's body, on the floor, surrounded by scarlet-coloured liquid that could've come from no one else but himself. Grace immediately dropped behind his side and started lifting him, rushing off to the infirmary.

Ben held Luther's hand as the latter is being put down the hospital bed.