the downsides

He would never be as strong as he once was, and that was fine. It would take him no more time for such thoughts to settle in. His mind was at ease, and over the course of the days...had it been days? He was unsure, regardless, over the course of time that he had laid in recovery, he had been told of the happenings, and as if that was not enough he had witnessed all he had needed to see. His own two children at arms, something he prayed he would never have to hear or see again. Even in the afterlife. His smallest daughter, Epiphron, would grace him with her lovely presence. Firm smiles and incredible understanding were given by her. He was happy to see that she was happy at the mere sight of him, and prayed that even in his death she could remain smiling, strong, ready.


"Did you need me, sweet?" he was doing his best to be calm in almost every way he talked, but the levity of love for his daughter would never be vacant from his tones. He would never face forcing himself to speak to her with love, and thus his ears tilted forward and he readied himself for whatever information she had.