"Been well?" As you sat across from your father, Blade, the years seemed to have done little to change him. The rough palms of his hand rubbed the armrest of the chair, a testament to the hard work he'd done over the years, and his long hair billowed in the breeze. He didn't seem to have changed much over time, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment and regret.

You'd always intended to come back to him, hoping that he would see the error of his ways and forgive you for your own misdeeds. But fate had other plans. You'd run away from your father, thinking he was the problem, only to realize that you were the one who had been too quick to judge.

The silence between you and your father was heavy, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of tension growing in the air. You'd never been good at expressing yourself, and this moment was no different.

It was as if time had stopped, and you were trapped in a moment of uncertainty. You wanted to reach out to your father, to tell him how you truly felt, but you didn't know how. You felt like a child all over again, unsure of what to do or where to go.