[Music Recommendation: Camille Saint-Saenz - The Swan.]
Sol followed his father's line of sight, staring at the calm lake as he muttered, "It's been a while since we had a conversation without any fight, Dad. I know you don't like some of the stuff I did, but I hope to hear that one sentence from you, at least once in my life."
Gale knew what sentence Sol was talking about. He had been doing his best since he was a kid to impress his father, and Gale had to admit that his son was impressive.
After all, Sol inherited his gene and also Swan's.
That's why he didn't think that 'sentence' was necessary for someone who was born to be a God.
"Dad…"
"I am… proud of you, Son," Gale murmured. "I never said it to you before because I never get to hear it from my late father. Just know that deep down, I am very proud of you and all of your qualities as my son."
…
Sol was silenced after that.
