The years start comin’ and they don’t stop comin’

Artorias showed the wisdom born of his own experiences in leadership and growth he had gone through. The Warlord felt himself smiling as his son in law spoke of his other children and the strength each carried. "They are our legacy" he agreed. He had come from nothing, but together he and Zee had created so much. She had deserved to live to old age, bouncing grandchildren on her lap. "That's the balance I know I must find. The reason I'm allowing those rascals the long trip to the Hallows." He said, his expression fond. He ignored the ache in his chest, familiar with the feel of it. 


He gave Art his full attention as the wolf spoke of Resin. He had somehow forgotten - but Art had seen this very scenario from the eyes of the child. His insight was invaluable. "Thank you, Art. I appreciate your view. I would hate to cause them any new pain. I don't know if I ever could take another as I did Zee, certainly it's too early. I know I haven't gotten past the grief yet. But someone recently has made me think it might be worth the pain of trying. Just… not yet."