[ It's such a tale that chills the bone even more than the gory scene recently presented. Vanessa is no stranger to estranged fathers neglecting their children, but she would never have thought to compare Morpheus to Sir Malcolm. Putting aside the need to accept the more fantastical reveals, what matters here is that a family was broken. She is intimate with the experience of having made faulty choices and the loss that followed. The 'why' of it is always of interest, but once lives are ruined it hardly matters any longer. There are only the bodies, and they don't care for excuses.
Her fingers curl against the fabric of his coat, and she stares even as he looks away. If he feels shame, it won't be by her judgment. She could only wish he hadn't known such massive loss. What would it mean for such an old entity to love and lose a child?
He mentioned they spoke again—and she still must come to terms with one existing as a talking head—but his behavior suggests it did not lead to a resolution. ]
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Her fingers curl against the fabric of his coat, and she stares even as he looks away. If he feels shame, it won't be by her judgment. She could only wish he hadn't known such massive loss. What would it mean for such an old entity to love and lose a child?
He mentioned they spoke again—and she still must come to terms with one existing as a talking head—but his behavior suggests it did not lead to a resolution. ]
What happened to him?