Seeing Blare's last breath brought no difference to the Lord. "Good riddance." He thought to himself. He walked out of the room to allow others to do their jobs without hindrance. He would return to his quarters for some thinking.

He thought about how the war changed him, once a man would be content with peace warped into a major supplier for money just to buy bullets in skulls. He was clinging on to an ideology desperately during the war to prevent the emptiness in his heart getting the better of him. The process blanked out from his children and neglecting them, forcing them to fight in his war. He realised how he became a relic of the Eve Wars, now unneeded. He began writing a new letter for his children to have when they return from the Sol Invictus. After he finished writing with his signature he would place it in an envelope and leave it on his desk.

The Lord took a long walk to the Yuy family's temporary home. He gave a knock at the door, not really expecting anyone to welcome him. "Hello, I thought I should speak to you for a while." He introduced, surprisingly humble unlike how he used to be. "Since Brussels I had my mind on the whole war, how we were deceived all this time." He saw Relena sitting on a couch "I believe I should apologise for antagonising you for all those years." He said to Relena. He began his question to both of them. "Will our children be able to improve from our mistakes made in this war?" He asked them.