Colonel_Ives survived his first war. Unfortunately he wasn't a part of it, it was precisely the weekend he chose to leave town and gorge on human flesh, cocaine and booze. When he came back, a lot of the people he knew were dead. To his happiness, his crew leader and crew mates were alive, thanks to their courage and fierceness, except for Spades and Hayley-, who sadly lost their lives. May they rest in peace and God bless their soul. 

Ives was pissed and happy at the same time, as he was a veteran war hero and loved the smell and sight of a good battle. Pissed because he couldn't get to use his gun too and fight for his family and happy because he was finally able to tell everyone where he came from and who was his mother.

The Colonel always said he was new to this world and his parents never came to these shores. But the truth is that a woman named Roya was his mother. 

She thought she was wrongfully killed and swore revenge on the people who ordered her death. She was impulsive, hot headed and never one to bow down to anyone or keep her mouth shut and strategize. But now that those who killed her are dead, Roya was finally avenged, unfortunately not by his hands, but at the hands of fate or God himself, and Ives was finally free. 

He was finally able to be his mother's son and be proud of it. He was finally able to address and treat his mother's friends as his own friends. He was finally able to be himself.

"May all the dead rest in peace and may a new chapter of all of our stories begin! May new leaders arise, may new alliances be formed, may we all make this world alive and lively again!"

Remembering his father telling him about the crazy flipper who would flip him everyday, Rhys decided to keep his distance from Colonel_Ives when he learned he was related to Roya.

"I WON'T BE FLIPPED!"

Rhys runs and hides, leaving only a table behind to soothe the maniac.