Marcus shuffled his feet nervously as James looked at his father weirdly.
"Although… there is something else I wanted to talk to you about, son," Marcus admitted.
"Something I know you'll refuse at first, but hear me out," Marcus said.
James wondered, "What is it, father?"
Marcus took a deep breath.
"James, this is just a request, not something you have to do, from your dying father," Marcus started.
James blinked.
"Okay," he said, suspicious.
He wondered what his father wanted him to do. He hadn't gotten over the fact that his father was on his deathbed and had a few months at most. The pain was clear and evident in his eyes.
It was obvious he didn't have too long or too much time left. The least he could do was do whatever his father wanted him to do. Only if he knew what it would cost, of course, as his father said the few words James never imagined his father would ever say.
