I spotted Luca waving from Gabriel’s arms, the Seer looking both determined and heartbroken as he kissed his son, and the little boy stared up at him with complete ignorance, not knowing that his father might not come home. A lump built in my throat as Gabriel passed the boy into the arms of a short, older woman with dark hair who was speaking in fast Faetalian, then turned reluctantly away and walked into the ranks of the army with his wife.
Fuck im sad
