Douglas still kneeling down, wept to himself. Although I am in the body of a "young" boy, I can't help but still act like a grandpa. Not to mention seeing Douglas now reminded me of myself when Jocelyn died…
"Douglas, stand to your feet!"
I said firmly. I knew how he felt but now was not the time for that. Not to mention, this dude needs some p**** to help screw his head on straight. As he slowly rose to his feet, I glanced over to everyone else before nodding my head. In response, Aliandorith, Horus and Ivy head out to do their own thing, leaving me and the Douglas.
"Tell me, Douglas. What were your parents like?" I asked. I knew about his grandmother, but not his parents. Apparently, they died saving the old fogies from before.
