Vanderman froze for a moment and then smiled slightly, feeling as though a little something had filled the hole in his heart.
"Sure. Speaking of which, it seems like a long time since we’ve had a proper talk, as father and son."
He put down his pipe and watched Garen sit down, reminiscence in his eyes.
"Speaking of which, when I was young, I also did many wrong things in order to achieve my ideals. I hurt a lot of innocent lives. Thinking back on it now, my heart aches with the pain of it."
He paused.
"In truth, even now, no matter how much I want to make up for it, the effort I had already sunk in forces me to continue to the end. If it weren’t for you and Du Qian, I’m afraid…"
