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Stepping closer to the stranger , sitting down and taking the bowl gently . Wiping his eyes gently , ever since last year his life just got worse and worse ... ❝ Thanks , I'm Wise by the way . Are you new around here ? ❞

Soup sounds great , thanks ! It's , complicated and probably confidential unfortunately ... but , the company would be nice ?

Wise would not say no to some food , drink , or comfort . Work was not pleasant and his stomach hurts ... maybe food is a bad idea . Drink or comfort ! Donotexplaindrinkisalsobadshhhh .

It seemed a parent couldn't have an objective thought about their offspring. How amusing. Kaveh knew him only when he was a baby and then somes minutes from now. "Then how would you describe in few words father and yourself?"

"Ecstatic when... to think a lot of people should probably curse you to be one of the responsible of the birth of such a blasphemer like me." He would tilt his head. Kaveh was surely speaking of his other father. "To... Alhaitham?" A little hesitation. "could you... +

He slowly nodded. The image of her death or rather what remained after the Black Tide assault and her death remaining in his brain. "Why? We... didn't have the time to really meet each other when you were alive." He thought just after that this question could be a little rude.

It felt strange, he was not used to hug and be hugged. Kaveh was at the same time a stranger and his father. "Mh... It's not your fault... Father. Thanks to sister, I could studied in the Grove and met my mentor..." Maybe he should not tell now he tried to resurect his sister.

It made him remember the day he insisted to bring the bad news to the families who lost their close ones after the Grove incident. Why? Why it felt so painful again? Anaxa wasn't touchy. But at this moment, he puts himself on his knees and hugged his father. "I'm sorry..."

Ah. His father seemed to come from the past and... ignored everything happened after his death. It meaned... "She... died when I was still a child. Because of the black tide." He abandonned her, sent to the Grove. He let her alone... and when he came back, it was too late.

build a perfect world... and why he had to make it himself. "She was indeed like you... you both cry very easily..." He muttered, looking at him.

"Creativity..." He thought to the dromas plushie she made for him when he was little, and he still had kept. It made him smile. "Mh, she was skillful with her hands. And she learnt me things too. Was Hai... father not creative?" Himself loved creation. His famous wooden +

"When I was a child, sister said I was obsessed with knowledge like he was." But he didn't know more about him. "I don't want to offend you, but you seem to be the one who gets hurt too."

"My main subject is... where do we come from, the origin of soul. And then from this... I'm actually searching about golden blood and Chrysos Heir." He paused. Did his father knew about his golden blood? "I use my own blood as material."

Anaxagoras is hesitant. He never showed his arms to anyone. His few closer ones and students were already worried enough to see how skinny and anemic he was. But with hesitation, he finally pulled off his sleeves and bandages. "It's really nothing. Just... for my experiences."

The scholar froze. Under his father's hand he was hiding something a father would never appreciate to learn. "It's... little wounds..." He mumbled. "Nothing to feel worried. Your hands... have some scratches too."

He looked away, feeling shy. He discreetly put well his sleeves and bandages to hide every marks of his previous experiences. "Mh..." he should probably sound like someone Kaveh knew very well. "I... I've never been able to put a face to your name... I'm glad I can now."

but not able to find words with his own father. "Let's back to the city, this place is dangerous."