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Adrien--Chat Noir--is peaceful when they lay him out. He lies there in a suit that Marinette had personally stitched together for him, a mask and ears that she had fashioned herself, his hands crossed across his stomach. Conspicuous--to her, at least--is the absence of a familiar ring that ought to reside on his right hand.
It sits in her purse next to Tikki as she walks up and lays a rose next to his coffin.
