"What can I say?" said the ancient god. "First, he's your son, as I said earlier, you should know better."
"Yeah, but—"
"Secondly," said the ancient god, "half the blood is human, Lord Surya, you should have guessed about this. After all, her mother was a tenderness-girl. Of course, the tenderness was passed on to him."
The Sun God folded his arms across his chest, he took another deep breath as he watched Aryan washing his face and body on the edge of the swamp, below.
"Whatever it is," said the ancient god who was also watching at the same point. "You don't have to worry about your son as you showed earlier."
"You're right," said the Sun God. "And, it seems, it's useless if we continue to be here, watching him."
"Well, that's what I thought. We'd better keep an eye on your son from heaven."
