The old man came down the stairs and looked towards the door that Laz had just escaped out of. His son looked over at him and was only able to sigh. The old man had a smile on his face when he turned to him.
"You don't think he got it, do you?"
"You've got the vision, you tell me?" Steven replied.
"He's smarter than we give him credit for. Much smarter. And more importantly, that young man knows how to listen. He might not always get it, but he always listens. I guess his parents taught him well in some things," the old man answered with a strange smile on his face.
"Why don't you tell him?"
"He's not ready to know. It won't do him a bit of good. What he needs now is growth and time. Sadly, he will have very little of the latter and the former will be forced onto him whether he is ready or not." The old man couldn't help but sigh at his 'grandson's' fate.
