Sylvester chuckled at Xavia's frozen face. He knew what her mind was going through. Although there was hope in her heart, her mind had already decided that Sylvester was dead for good this time.
"I feel sad that you all even thought I could die." Sylvester entered and hugged Xavia tightly against his chest. In no time, he felt drops of her tears rolling down on his shoulder. "But, such is the bond of blood. I'm home, Mum."
Xavia didn't let him leave her tight embrace either. Her voice shook at places, but she spoke nonetheless. "I'm getting old, Max. S-Stop scaring my weak heart like this."
Sylvester smiled, but that was something he couldn't promise. "I promise everything will be fixed after this one last time. The end is approaching faster than you think, Mum."
"Where to now?" Xavia looked up at his face.
