Although she was glad that Eric and Peter put their differences behind them, it troubled her to know that they'd mourned. She'd suspected some of that, from the way that Peter greeted her when he first arrived at their apartment - but she'd never asked, and he'd never told her directly. It was nothing to grieve about, in her mind; if she'd given her life, in some other timeline, to protect the lives of others, then she had completed her mission. Perhaps it had not been exactly the mission she'd been designed to handle - as she was certain Earth had not been the place she'd saved - the theory was the same. She was pleased that it had happened.
But she'd never thought that the ones she left behind wouldn't also be glad she'd done what she'd come to do. Leeloo rubbed at the back of her neck and shifted a little uncomfortably on the wall. The backs of her heels drummed rhythmically against the stone.
"That is a good idea," she said quietly, looking at him intently. Then, after licking her lips, she asked, "Why were you grieving? Did you not know that I was made for that?"