Imagine diluc staring at two graves, cecilias are placed on one and calla lillies on another. Venti- no- Barbatos comes behind him and just sits there, playing a soft tune.
"I'm sorry." he said. "What for?" Diluc asked. "I failed to protect your family, my children, again."
Diluc merely shook his head. "You're a god with many a problem on your plate. It's not your fault."
Barbatos changed the song. "I just hope this tune could put the three of you at rest." he hummed. "Happy birthday, Diluc."
Diluc ran a hand on both headstones, reading "Crepus Ragnvindr" and "Kaeya Ragnvindr".
"Thank you, Lord Barbatos."
