Holding your son in your arms, you looked at your husband, whom you had not seen for what seemed like an eternity.

“W-what? I thought... he told me that you are dead...” Syzoth falls to his knees and you run over as the boy in your arms cries and calls for his father. The child clings to your husband, just as he clings to both of you. "I thought you were gone... Both of you..." His voice is quiet, when his son cries loudly, because he hasn’t seen his dad for so long.