--So natural ly, everything must go wrong.
Crash can't bear to watch Lena as she continues to deteriorate into the rock star excess shit...
Riot can not stay out of trouble, especially with the other Gards.
And after Andromeda's funeral, it is clear, there is now an indelible line drawn between them and the other Gards. Everyone one see her, beautiful and at peace in her snow white - glass coffin, they see her glorious death for Celestial - a tragic but heroic thing-
The intelligence came back, but Andromeda did not. The Gards wanted to go look for her, but Celestial never authorized a search. As the hours grew later, Riot grew angrier at teh fact that she and the others were not allowed to help Andromeda. She was so frustrated by the fact that no one else was upset.
"He's busy Riot, we can't help her."
It was the drummer Dust, who was instrumental, in finally arranging the search parties.
Crash and Riot found her. She was twisted and, broken. -Charred by gunshots - Blown apart -soaked in sweat and in blood - human filth staining the snow. This was not graceful...this could not have been human-
But it was human, and god help them both, it was Andromeda. It was Riot and Crash, who had to carry their friend back to the house.
It was Riot and Crash alone who now knew the truth of what happened. No point in telling the others. They believe too deeply in Celestial to hear anything....