Ryan could not believe that he was talking to seven years old boy as his words were strong, his expression was hard. Certainly, losing his father was something tough to handle that made the boy like a ghost.
He wasn't like frivolous children he had ever seen. He was taking so hard on himself, why?
"I watched his death and I could do nothing, I don't want to see my mother's suffering anymore."
He answered him, looking at the painting on the wall.
Ryan knelt before him, his hand rested on his shoulder, dragged him to his arm as soon as he saw tears in those eyes.
Hugging him, he said, "men can cry sometimes, don't make your heart handle it alone."
Rohan's hand rested around Ryan. He had a nice aura like his father. He let his gulp break out with tears.
"You are a good son. She is proud of having a perfect man like you. What you did for the bagger today was amazing. You will become a perfect leader for your people."
