Theophilus' POV

“We would give you two privacy,” Cyrus had said as he and Theo exited the room.

When it had been only us my father said, “you are no child Phil; one day you were going to mourn me.”

“It was not supposed to be today or tomorrow or even next year! Why didn't you say something when you had been brought back to Ghysem? What type of sickness is it?” I said, my voice infected by tears.

“Son, do not cry over things that you cannot…”

“It is not too late, I will ...