"Max… How is my Xavia?"
Sylvester sighed and looked up at the man's face. He could still see the strange obsession, "She's well and in a much better condition than ever."
"Sylvester, I regret not leaving everything behind to be with you two. I'd give anything to have my family back—to see us being together again." Rathagun said, almost pleadingly.
Sylvester picked up Rathagun's palm from his shoulder and set it aside. Then he stood up. He was now taller than Rathagun, as well as overbearing in aura, "I don't understand why you feel this way. I have no recollection of having a father around, nor have you spent time with any of us—how long were you with Mum? A year or two at most? What's fueling this obsession?"
"My desire to be with my family! That is all I feel—I try my best, but every moment, my mind reminds me of my mistakes. Of how greatly I desire to be with Xavia and you—my own blood," Rathagun replied passionately.
