The children undying, they smile through their crying

He missed his mark. His paws landed on the bark instead as the mouse avoided his pounce. The feline instinct told him to catch the mouse, but the Sin part of him forced it to stop the moment he heard that voice. He hadn't heard it in what felt like forever. How many years had it been since he died? When had Ganta died? The boy should've still been alive, no? He wasn't sure how much time had passed...everything had happened so long ago. "Ganta? Is that you?" He questioned in surprise. He pulled himself into a sitting position, forcing the cat part of him at bay. He didn't know why or how he had been able to possess this creature, or why Ganta had chosen a mouse if he knew anything about it. But chances were it was accidental, too.

"You should still be alive. Why are you a mouse? What shit did you get into that brought you into this position...?" Gods he hadn't spoken to him in so long. His questions may have sounded harsh, but in all honesty, he was glad to see his son. He never got the chance to do right by them the way he wanted to before Hellstrom fell. Before he fell in combat against Cypress. The time for that was likely well over, but at least he had this chance...sort of.