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"You know, when I think about it? It actually makes sense. In a twisted, fucked up way, it makes perfect sense that my dad was Hawkmoth." Watching as Paris became blanketed in the stark white of virgin snow, Adrien scoffed. Smiling ruefully he said, "Of course our greatest victory would come at a time like this. How poetic."
Turning away from the large window, he joined his teammates- his friends in front of the TV he'd installed. There he reclined against the cold glass and metal of a case as they silently watched the news covering his father and Natalie's trial. Adrien had cried so much in the days leading up to this that when his father was finally shown, Adrien didn't have a single tear left to shed. Instead, he laughed. He couldn't cry, so he laughed. For their victory, and their losses, he laughed. For the loss of the last parental figures he'd ever known, he laughed. He'd lost so much; so many people over the years, and yet he couldn't even cry for them, so he laughed.
Eventually he'd managed to tire himself out. He breathed deeply and leaned against the closest person. "At least I still have you all." He said as he carefully arranged Nino's stiff, cold arms. Once they were to his liking, he picked him up and placed him in the same case as Alya. "There. Now it's perfect." He smiled, looking around as he took in his carefully arranged cases filled with everyone he loved and cared about. Adrien was done losing his loved ones, this way they stayed with him forever.