Post by Silver Drow on Apr 10, 2006 19:25:08 GMT -5
This is a little story that I wrote due to the fact that we had an August Challange and I had to write a story and this is what I wrote:
Crimson Eyes
Chapter 1.
Onhir watched Drizzt all the way back to the tunnels leading to the drow city. He thought about what was going on in the Do’Urden mind. He had come to know that this drow was different. Weather for good or for bad, this night told. It taxed him.
“Cursed sun,” he spat.
“Cursed?” Drizzt echoed, his brows furrowing trying to understand.
“That thing blazed right into your brains. Didn’t it?” Onhir jibbed, poking him with an elbow.
Knowing he should agree, he merely nodded his head. “Onhir, how many did you kill?”
The young drow next to him smiled proudly, “One male and one female. While you, the best at Melee Magthere only got one death to add to you blades. What happened?”
Drizzt looked at the gloating drow, “Can’t really explain,” he mumbled. He knew what happened he just knew what would happen if he told Onhir.
“Try,” Onhir persisted.
“I got this feeling,” he started hopping to curb the interest.
“What kind of feeling? You know your acting really stupid, the sun must have gotten to your head.”
Drizzt sighed, “What did you feel out there?”
“Same thing everyone else felt: hatred. How dare those fearies try and banish us! Thinking that they are so much more wise and beautiful, even with that ugly pale skin and horrid blonde hair. Heck, they can’t even see in the dark. Like useless humans, all they do is try and love everything. Well, I’d love to see their ‘fair’ face get smack and slowly tortured. Watch their anguish and reveal in their screams,” a pleased and dreamy look appeared on his face. “I can almost hear them crying out for mercy.”
Drizzt tried to swallow down the lump that was in his throat. He forced a wicked smile, “Can you image what the women would think?”
Onhir’s eyes brightened, “You can think of the greatest things sometimes. I wish we would have taken captives.”
“Lolth would have been pleased,” Drizzt forced out of his mouth. He turned his head away and cursed her in his mind. It was her that did all this, made him try and kill that elven child. And he almost did. He looked down at his arms, covered in blood. The mother of the child’s blood. His mind went back to the raid. The feel. What would it feel like if he had killed her? He imaged himself breaking down, but he couldn’t come to believe that he would turn and actually kill his race. He couldn’t and he knew it now. His hands started to shake.
“Thinking of it already, huh Drizzt?” Onhir commented when he saw elegant hands tremble.
“Yeah,” he replied airily, breath was suddenly hard to come by.
Onhir stopped and turned Drizzt around. “You said you had a feeling when we were up there. What was that feeling really? I know that you did feel hatred. I know that. Dinin may not and the high priestess may not. But Lolth and I do. What did you feel?”
Drizzt looked at his brothers back. They had fallen behind during their conversation. He looked back at Onhir and took a deep breath, “Pity.”
Onhir drew his face back and stared at Drizzt in shock, “Pity? For who?”
Myself and you, Drizzt thought but knew better to say it. Then realized he did.
“For me? You pity me?” Onhir growled back. He pitied him!
“Yes, I pity you and myself. How could we do what we just did?” Drizzt asked quietly.
“They are the evil ones here. They are little demons. We are a race breed for war and conquest and they refused to even consider such a thing. We are the high ones. Strong and the other races needed our guidance and what did those fearies do? They turned on us. Curse them and let the sun boil them.” Onhir replied mightily. “Don’t you see Drizzt?”
Drizzt nodded his head. That couldn’t be the truth, it just couldn’t. How could such creatures as the surface elves be the evil ones? “I see.”
“Good. Finally you see.”
“What do you mean finally?” Drizzt shot back, anger replacing pity.
Onhir looked uncomfortably at Drizzt. His hands were resting on his scimitar hilts and he knew how fast they could come out. Knew what damage could be brought at the tips of those blades. “Just what I said,” he answered, knowing his voice lost its force.
Drizzt reached up and grabbed Onhir’s shirt collar, “What do you mean finally?” He whispered in menacing tones.
Onhir swallowed and tried to remain looking into those lavender eyes, but found he couldn’t. “Dinin sought to harden you. Make you a full drow, he said.” Onhir started to tremble under those piercing eyes. “He said that you had to soft of a heart and that you needed to be helped. I said that I could try at it. I notice that it has happened.”
Drizzt tightened his fists and slammed Onhir against the wall. “Said that did he?” He snarled, “Well, you are right. I can see now what I was always meant to see.” Drizzt backhanded Onhir. “Meant to see what a cahlind you are and that you have no reason to live.” Drawing his dagger he brought it against Onhir’s throat. “Behold your doom,” he cackled and slit the slender throat. He smiled into the crimson eyes and gouged them out.
Taking a step back, he came to recognize what he did. He killed Onhir and took his eyes. He looked down at his hand and stared blankly at the eye balls. Shrugging his shoulders, he ran to catch up with his kin. His kin with Crimson Eyes.
Chapter 2.
Dinin looked upon his brother and smiled, “How do you feel?”
Drizzt looked at him and smirked, “Pretty damn good.”
“Wow, you cursed. Hey, we should go on raids more often.” Dinin watched as Drizzt shook his head. “What’s that in your hand?” Pointing out his clenched fist.
“Eyes,” Drizzt replied, seeing no need to lie.
Dinin was taken back, “Eyes? What do you want eyes for?”
“Oh, I don’t know. They’re pretty looking,” at that Drizzt opened his fist and handed them to his half-brother.
Dinin looked at him and then back at the orbs. “Whose are these?” he demanded.
“Onhir’s.”
“Onhir!” he hissed, “What possessed you to take his eyes? Where is he?” Dinin returned the orbs that still were wet.
“He’s in his own pool of blood,” the calm reply was given.
“You killed him?”
Drizzt looked at Dinin in mock wonder, “Shocked that I killed him? That I had the guts?”
Dinin looked at Drizzt, “Wow.”
The smile the younger drow gave Dinin made him uneasy. “Gonna scout ahead,” he called over as he ran to catch up with the priestess.
“My lady,” Drizzt whispered upon approach to the woman.
“Yes, male?” she snickered at him. What did this half-wit man want?
“Ever wonder what it would be like to see from another perspective?”
Here we go, she thought. But replied instead, “No. My perspective is that which I want to see. If is should see from someone else, that would prove I’m wrong.” She smiled, “I can’t do that to myself. It would reuin it.”
Drizzt smiled and gently pushed her down a side tunnel, “Ever wonder what it would be like to see through someone else’s eyes?”
She looked warily at him. What was he getting at? “Possibly.”
“Here’s you chance,” he said as he tossed her the eyes.
She caught them and stared at them in fright. “You’re insane. You killed Onhir. I was wonder where he was. I knew there was something wrong with you.”
“I see your mouth moving, but all I hear is blah blah blah,” he commented and sung his fist at her. Not making contact, and not really caring, the young drow pulled his blades. The priestess backed only a few steps and started chanting, starting to cast a spell. Drizzt didn’t have that kind of time. He threw one blade and it imbedded itself in right hip. She sucked in a shocked breath and looked down at the protruding weapon, unable to think. The young drow calmly walked up to her and slowly brought the blade out. The high priestess slumped forward and laid her head on Drizt shoulder, trying not to scream.
A thought came to her. She bit him. But to her surprise, he laughed and slide the blade down her leg, causing more blood to flow. Taking the weapon out of her body, he inserted it into her shoulder. “Now you can see threw a tortured souls eyes,” he whispered and pushed harder on the hilt. In one deft motion, he pulled it out and laid the crying form on the ground. Drizzt proceeded to clean the blade on the spider-embroidered robes. He looked into her eyes, “Behold your doom,” he said. Unsheathing his dagger, he leaned over her body and took out her eyes.
Putting the eyes in his pocket with Onhir’s, he watched the women’s body for breathing. None, but that doesn’t mean anything. Using his dagger one more time, he slit her throat. “That wasn’t so bad,” he commented. His voice detached, somewhere else. He sounded hollow, empty. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, steadying himself. He had to, this was the only way. Zak would understand. Did he himself even understand the magnitude of what he planed to do?
Chapter 3.
Drizzt walked through the Do’Urden House gates, hands in his pockets. He levitated up to the second level with his mind on other things. Things that he just did and how his father would react to them. Finding himself already in front of the door to his room, he walked in. Taking his scimitars off he flopped on the bed. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“How did it go?”
The young drow tensed and slowly turned his head to the corner of his room. In his distraction, he didn’t even notice Zaknafein standing in the corner. His father walked out of the shadows and came up to the bed.
“How did it go?” he demanded, arms folded across his chest and eyebrows raised.
“Fine.”
“How many innocent did you kill?” Zak sneered.
“None.”
Zaknafein laughed and shook his head. Setting himself on the bed he put his arm on Drizzt shoulder. “None?”
“Yes, sir. None.”
“Can I believe you?”
Drizzt felt the words come into his mouth and there was no way for him to stop them, “I killed Onhir.”
Zak tried to mask his surprise and barely succeeded, “You killed Onhir?”
“Yes and the High Priestess that was with us. I have their eyes,” he reached into his pockets and produced them, showing Zak.
Zak, staring hard at the orbs, didn’t reach for them. He stared hard at them and closed his eyes. A shudder racked his body and he started to slump, “No surface elf’s? You didn’t kill any surface elves?”
Drizzt shook his head and watched his mentor. He saw the shoulders droop, the ragged breathing, and he heard the strain in his voice. “Something wrong?”
“Nothing, my son, and yet everything.”
“My,” the young drow paused and looked harder at Zak, “My son?”
Zaknafein looked up, his eyes rimmed with tears, and only nodded. He slowly pulled Drizzt into a hug and a sob escaped. “You were the one who killed them.”
“You knew?”
“Your mother knows. Everyone knows. The only thing they don’t know is that you are here now,” Zak pulled away. “Why did you kill them now?”
But Drizzt couldn’t answer the question, only realization hit. His whole family knew and Lolth must be might angry. “They want to kill me don’t they?”
“Of course. You have put this house out of Lolth’s favor and she demands your death. What do you think your mother’s going to do? ‘Oh please Lolth he’s my son. I love him dearly and I couldn’t possibly kill him,’” Zak mimicked his mother. “No! She is going to give a horrible death. Not be nice about it and just ripe your heart out. She will kill you worse than you killed that priestess and you are going to wish that you were your own killer.” Zak paused and lowered his eyes, “Well maybe, in this case, you are your own killer.”
Drizzt looked at his father and saw the torment in his eyes. “I would rather die then live here a moment longer.”
Zak clenched his jaw and brought his son into a fierce hug, and wept.
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Drizzt walked proudly down the hall into the audience room. All of House Do’Urden was gathered here to watch as Briza had told him early, to see the admired fall. He didn’t care. He was leaving forever this reached place and there was nothing that could have made him happier. The only hard part was, was looking at his father next to him. Zaknafein was in shambles. His eyes were red from his crying. He tried to convince Drizzt to leave. But what good was that going to do? The Wild Underdark was no place to be alone. And so he stayed. He let his sisters tie him and gag him. He let his mother beat him with that horrid snake-headed whip. He let them cut him, let them gash him, spit on him, and hit him. The only thing he didn’t let them do was carry him. He wanted to walk.
Silently, the eight drow walked onto the stage. Rizzen on one side of the executed while Zak was on the left. Dinin behind Drizzt while the four women lead. The house servants, army and guards watched in silent amazement when they realized it was Drizzt who was condemned to death. And how bloodied he was already.
Drizzt walked up to the alter and lied himself down. Zak manacled his hands down and stayed right next to his son. “I envy you,” was all he said, and then he backed away.
Matron Malice, spider dagger in hand, sneered down at her treacherous son. “I assure you that I really enjoyed all of this. You have been a thorn in my side since the day of conception.”
“Mother, I am going to let you in on a little secret,” Drizzt smiled, “It actually was a night.”
Malice backhanded Drizzt, only to create him to laugh. Her words were unheard by the crowd as his laughter slowly got louder and louder. The Matron raised the dagger and shoved it into his heart. Drizzt’s laughter died immediately and he gasped for breath. Taking a huge lung full he screamed out.
“Lolth be mocked for eternity!”
Malice screamed in rage that her son had taken the glory of this death and yanked his heart from his body. Slamming it down on the ground, she stalked out of the room an embodiment of anger.
Zak clamped his mouth shut but it only caused him to laugh more. He clutched his stomach as Briza came up to him and grabbed him by the throat.
“Silence, weapons master,” she growled.
He looked at her, “Never.”
Father and Son were reunited in eternity.
Well, what do you think?
Crimson Eyes
Chapter 1.
Onhir watched Drizzt all the way back to the tunnels leading to the drow city. He thought about what was going on in the Do’Urden mind. He had come to know that this drow was different. Weather for good or for bad, this night told. It taxed him.
“Cursed sun,” he spat.
“Cursed?” Drizzt echoed, his brows furrowing trying to understand.
“That thing blazed right into your brains. Didn’t it?” Onhir jibbed, poking him with an elbow.
Knowing he should agree, he merely nodded his head. “Onhir, how many did you kill?”
The young drow next to him smiled proudly, “One male and one female. While you, the best at Melee Magthere only got one death to add to you blades. What happened?”
Drizzt looked at the gloating drow, “Can’t really explain,” he mumbled. He knew what happened he just knew what would happen if he told Onhir.
“Try,” Onhir persisted.
“I got this feeling,” he started hopping to curb the interest.
“What kind of feeling? You know your acting really stupid, the sun must have gotten to your head.”
Drizzt sighed, “What did you feel out there?”
“Same thing everyone else felt: hatred. How dare those fearies try and banish us! Thinking that they are so much more wise and beautiful, even with that ugly pale skin and horrid blonde hair. Heck, they can’t even see in the dark. Like useless humans, all they do is try and love everything. Well, I’d love to see their ‘fair’ face get smack and slowly tortured. Watch their anguish and reveal in their screams,” a pleased and dreamy look appeared on his face. “I can almost hear them crying out for mercy.”
Drizzt tried to swallow down the lump that was in his throat. He forced a wicked smile, “Can you image what the women would think?”
Onhir’s eyes brightened, “You can think of the greatest things sometimes. I wish we would have taken captives.”
“Lolth would have been pleased,” Drizzt forced out of his mouth. He turned his head away and cursed her in his mind. It was her that did all this, made him try and kill that elven child. And he almost did. He looked down at his arms, covered in blood. The mother of the child’s blood. His mind went back to the raid. The feel. What would it feel like if he had killed her? He imaged himself breaking down, but he couldn’t come to believe that he would turn and actually kill his race. He couldn’t and he knew it now. His hands started to shake.
“Thinking of it already, huh Drizzt?” Onhir commented when he saw elegant hands tremble.
“Yeah,” he replied airily, breath was suddenly hard to come by.
Onhir stopped and turned Drizzt around. “You said you had a feeling when we were up there. What was that feeling really? I know that you did feel hatred. I know that. Dinin may not and the high priestess may not. But Lolth and I do. What did you feel?”
Drizzt looked at his brothers back. They had fallen behind during their conversation. He looked back at Onhir and took a deep breath, “Pity.”
Onhir drew his face back and stared at Drizzt in shock, “Pity? For who?”
Myself and you, Drizzt thought but knew better to say it. Then realized he did.
“For me? You pity me?” Onhir growled back. He pitied him!
“Yes, I pity you and myself. How could we do what we just did?” Drizzt asked quietly.
“They are the evil ones here. They are little demons. We are a race breed for war and conquest and they refused to even consider such a thing. We are the high ones. Strong and the other races needed our guidance and what did those fearies do? They turned on us. Curse them and let the sun boil them.” Onhir replied mightily. “Don’t you see Drizzt?”
Drizzt nodded his head. That couldn’t be the truth, it just couldn’t. How could such creatures as the surface elves be the evil ones? “I see.”
“Good. Finally you see.”
“What do you mean finally?” Drizzt shot back, anger replacing pity.
Onhir looked uncomfortably at Drizzt. His hands were resting on his scimitar hilts and he knew how fast they could come out. Knew what damage could be brought at the tips of those blades. “Just what I said,” he answered, knowing his voice lost its force.
Drizzt reached up and grabbed Onhir’s shirt collar, “What do you mean finally?” He whispered in menacing tones.
Onhir swallowed and tried to remain looking into those lavender eyes, but found he couldn’t. “Dinin sought to harden you. Make you a full drow, he said.” Onhir started to tremble under those piercing eyes. “He said that you had to soft of a heart and that you needed to be helped. I said that I could try at it. I notice that it has happened.”
Drizzt tightened his fists and slammed Onhir against the wall. “Said that did he?” He snarled, “Well, you are right. I can see now what I was always meant to see.” Drizzt backhanded Onhir. “Meant to see what a cahlind you are and that you have no reason to live.” Drawing his dagger he brought it against Onhir’s throat. “Behold your doom,” he cackled and slit the slender throat. He smiled into the crimson eyes and gouged them out.
Taking a step back, he came to recognize what he did. He killed Onhir and took his eyes. He looked down at his hand and stared blankly at the eye balls. Shrugging his shoulders, he ran to catch up with his kin. His kin with Crimson Eyes.
Chapter 2.
Dinin looked upon his brother and smiled, “How do you feel?”
Drizzt looked at him and smirked, “Pretty damn good.”
“Wow, you cursed. Hey, we should go on raids more often.” Dinin watched as Drizzt shook his head. “What’s that in your hand?” Pointing out his clenched fist.
“Eyes,” Drizzt replied, seeing no need to lie.
Dinin was taken back, “Eyes? What do you want eyes for?”
“Oh, I don’t know. They’re pretty looking,” at that Drizzt opened his fist and handed them to his half-brother.
Dinin looked at him and then back at the orbs. “Whose are these?” he demanded.
“Onhir’s.”
“Onhir!” he hissed, “What possessed you to take his eyes? Where is he?” Dinin returned the orbs that still were wet.
“He’s in his own pool of blood,” the calm reply was given.
“You killed him?”
Drizzt looked at Dinin in mock wonder, “Shocked that I killed him? That I had the guts?”
Dinin looked at Drizzt, “Wow.”
The smile the younger drow gave Dinin made him uneasy. “Gonna scout ahead,” he called over as he ran to catch up with the priestess.
“My lady,” Drizzt whispered upon approach to the woman.
“Yes, male?” she snickered at him. What did this half-wit man want?
“Ever wonder what it would be like to see from another perspective?”
Here we go, she thought. But replied instead, “No. My perspective is that which I want to see. If is should see from someone else, that would prove I’m wrong.” She smiled, “I can’t do that to myself. It would reuin it.”
Drizzt smiled and gently pushed her down a side tunnel, “Ever wonder what it would be like to see through someone else’s eyes?”
She looked warily at him. What was he getting at? “Possibly.”
“Here’s you chance,” he said as he tossed her the eyes.
She caught them and stared at them in fright. “You’re insane. You killed Onhir. I was wonder where he was. I knew there was something wrong with you.”
“I see your mouth moving, but all I hear is blah blah blah,” he commented and sung his fist at her. Not making contact, and not really caring, the young drow pulled his blades. The priestess backed only a few steps and started chanting, starting to cast a spell. Drizzt didn’t have that kind of time. He threw one blade and it imbedded itself in right hip. She sucked in a shocked breath and looked down at the protruding weapon, unable to think. The young drow calmly walked up to her and slowly brought the blade out. The high priestess slumped forward and laid her head on Drizt shoulder, trying not to scream.
A thought came to her. She bit him. But to her surprise, he laughed and slide the blade down her leg, causing more blood to flow. Taking the weapon out of her body, he inserted it into her shoulder. “Now you can see threw a tortured souls eyes,” he whispered and pushed harder on the hilt. In one deft motion, he pulled it out and laid the crying form on the ground. Drizzt proceeded to clean the blade on the spider-embroidered robes. He looked into her eyes, “Behold your doom,” he said. Unsheathing his dagger, he leaned over her body and took out her eyes.
Putting the eyes in his pocket with Onhir’s, he watched the women’s body for breathing. None, but that doesn’t mean anything. Using his dagger one more time, he slit her throat. “That wasn’t so bad,” he commented. His voice detached, somewhere else. He sounded hollow, empty. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, steadying himself. He had to, this was the only way. Zak would understand. Did he himself even understand the magnitude of what he planed to do?
Chapter 3.
Drizzt walked through the Do’Urden House gates, hands in his pockets. He levitated up to the second level with his mind on other things. Things that he just did and how his father would react to them. Finding himself already in front of the door to his room, he walked in. Taking his scimitars off he flopped on the bed. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“How did it go?”
The young drow tensed and slowly turned his head to the corner of his room. In his distraction, he didn’t even notice Zaknafein standing in the corner. His father walked out of the shadows and came up to the bed.
“How did it go?” he demanded, arms folded across his chest and eyebrows raised.
“Fine.”
“How many innocent did you kill?” Zak sneered.
“None.”
Zaknafein laughed and shook his head. Setting himself on the bed he put his arm on Drizzt shoulder. “None?”
“Yes, sir. None.”
“Can I believe you?”
Drizzt felt the words come into his mouth and there was no way for him to stop them, “I killed Onhir.”
Zak tried to mask his surprise and barely succeeded, “You killed Onhir?”
“Yes and the High Priestess that was with us. I have their eyes,” he reached into his pockets and produced them, showing Zak.
Zak, staring hard at the orbs, didn’t reach for them. He stared hard at them and closed his eyes. A shudder racked his body and he started to slump, “No surface elf’s? You didn’t kill any surface elves?”
Drizzt shook his head and watched his mentor. He saw the shoulders droop, the ragged breathing, and he heard the strain in his voice. “Something wrong?”
“Nothing, my son, and yet everything.”
“My,” the young drow paused and looked harder at Zak, “My son?”
Zaknafein looked up, his eyes rimmed with tears, and only nodded. He slowly pulled Drizzt into a hug and a sob escaped. “You were the one who killed them.”
“You knew?”
“Your mother knows. Everyone knows. The only thing they don’t know is that you are here now,” Zak pulled away. “Why did you kill them now?”
But Drizzt couldn’t answer the question, only realization hit. His whole family knew and Lolth must be might angry. “They want to kill me don’t they?”
“Of course. You have put this house out of Lolth’s favor and she demands your death. What do you think your mother’s going to do? ‘Oh please Lolth he’s my son. I love him dearly and I couldn’t possibly kill him,’” Zak mimicked his mother. “No! She is going to give a horrible death. Not be nice about it and just ripe your heart out. She will kill you worse than you killed that priestess and you are going to wish that you were your own killer.” Zak paused and lowered his eyes, “Well maybe, in this case, you are your own killer.”
Drizzt looked at his father and saw the torment in his eyes. “I would rather die then live here a moment longer.”
Zak clenched his jaw and brought his son into a fierce hug, and wept.
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Drizzt walked proudly down the hall into the audience room. All of House Do’Urden was gathered here to watch as Briza had told him early, to see the admired fall. He didn’t care. He was leaving forever this reached place and there was nothing that could have made him happier. The only hard part was, was looking at his father next to him. Zaknafein was in shambles. His eyes were red from his crying. He tried to convince Drizzt to leave. But what good was that going to do? The Wild Underdark was no place to be alone. And so he stayed. He let his sisters tie him and gag him. He let his mother beat him with that horrid snake-headed whip. He let them cut him, let them gash him, spit on him, and hit him. The only thing he didn’t let them do was carry him. He wanted to walk.
Silently, the eight drow walked onto the stage. Rizzen on one side of the executed while Zak was on the left. Dinin behind Drizzt while the four women lead. The house servants, army and guards watched in silent amazement when they realized it was Drizzt who was condemned to death. And how bloodied he was already.
Drizzt walked up to the alter and lied himself down. Zak manacled his hands down and stayed right next to his son. “I envy you,” was all he said, and then he backed away.
Matron Malice, spider dagger in hand, sneered down at her treacherous son. “I assure you that I really enjoyed all of this. You have been a thorn in my side since the day of conception.”
“Mother, I am going to let you in on a little secret,” Drizzt smiled, “It actually was a night.”
Malice backhanded Drizzt, only to create him to laugh. Her words were unheard by the crowd as his laughter slowly got louder and louder. The Matron raised the dagger and shoved it into his heart. Drizzt’s laughter died immediately and he gasped for breath. Taking a huge lung full he screamed out.
“Lolth be mocked for eternity!”
Malice screamed in rage that her son had taken the glory of this death and yanked his heart from his body. Slamming it down on the ground, she stalked out of the room an embodiment of anger.
Zak clamped his mouth shut but it only caused him to laugh more. He clutched his stomach as Briza came up to him and grabbed him by the throat.
“Silence, weapons master,” she growled.
He looked at her, “Never.”
Father and Son were reunited in eternity.
Well, what do you think?