Arthur watched Mister White hug his son tightly, tears still streaming down his face. As his son patted him back with a smile and disappeared, Mister White kept begging for the same thing over and over, his lips never stopping.
"Forgive me."
The two simple words expressed how much guilt this father felt for dragging his son to hell and danger. Seeing the pair made Arthur imagine his own father asking for forgiveness. Would Arthur be able to forgive him, the same way that Dominic is forgiving his dad?
"I guess we will never know," muttered Arthur under his breath, making the others confused. He walked toward the father and son, and by the time he reached them, Dominic was gone. Mister White was still grasping for empty air, imagining that it was his son's warmth.
"How are you feeling?"
