[There's no push back at the heartsickness. Something in Aral feels that in his son and just quietly, solemnly takes it and folds it in with all of the rest. No excuses, no answers, merely acceptance.]
Both, everything, honestly. [He takes a breath in and lets it out. When he continues, his tone is particularly dry.] I'd prided myself on adaption, you know. I suppose it needed a good test.
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Both, everything, honestly. [He takes a breath in and lets it out. When he continues, his tone is particularly dry.] I'd prided myself on adaption, you know. I suppose it needed a good test.