It took a while for Theron to finish arranging the house, and he thought about preparing a meal. He had not eaten for three days, and even as a Fury Forge, the mental and physical strain he had endured in the last few days had broken him, and for a moment, he just stood confused, not knowing what he should do.
"You should rest," the boy who was watching him with a smile suddenly said. "You look tired."
Theron wanted to laugh. Tired, yes. He was tired in ways that sleep could never fix, something in him was broken, and no matter how much he slept, he knew that his life as he knew it was over. But he nodded, walked to the bedroom, and lay down on the bed he had once shared with his wife.
The boy sat in the corner, cross-legged, and watched the man slowly fall to sleep.
"You'll be here when I wake up?" Theron asked. The question was absurd; he knew it was absurd, but he could not stop himself.
"Yes, Father. I'll be here."
