i ain't got your name on my hand

The pieces sliding into place, he nods. It's gentle. Understanding. He was an old man when they were born, and now? The youngest of them were grown. Time marched on, and they were all getting older. Passing things onto Basilisk as well... Dread nods. It made sense. Still, to see his father passing the mantle off is nearly surreal.

"I see." The words are quiet, taking a moment to let everything sink in. Settle over his system, coming with a little nod. "Congratulations on your retirement." The words are stiff, they feel too formal in his mouth. Dread winces, before steadying his gaze once more.

His tone softened. "Is there anything I can do to help? That's a long walk." It made sense that Halo had asked him to come, even if being up here was still... perhaps a bit uncomfortable.
"Dread Fatalis"