“It’s nice to meet you, too, sir. I’m sorry to say this but—-actually, I’m not sorry. You’re very wrong. He isn’t a child because never got to be. He’s just … hurt, full-stop. You can’t just leave things to time && hope that things will turn out alright. He’s your SON! I’m sure you can do better than that. A p o l o g i z e. Talk. Bond over your grandchildren or something … Level with him as a man. A father.”
Sparda makes a small disgruntled noise, eyebrow raising as he watched and listened to her speak.
“It would seem I am not the only one fond of sharp tongued women… but you are right. I still need him to under- stand why I left him where I did… but that’s rather hard when he won’t bother talking to me.”
