“My son,” Rains Fall began, his voice little more than a low murmur. “He worries me, going down this route of vengeance.”

He sighed, aged face seeming older with his stress. “I fear he will go too far down this path, and… we will not manage to recover him.”

He'd confided in you before, this was not new — yet the words he spoke were as hard to say as the first time he'd trusted you with his stresses.