A man sat on his knees, holding another person in his lap, blood dripping from the latter's body as he lifelessly rested with a bitter smile on his now crimson lips.
Hawk gazed at his fallen brother, myriad thoughts invaded his mind as he touched Vidu's blood-painted beard, gently stroking it.
Reginald came closer, calmly and slowly. "Get up, son."
"Was I wrong, uncle?" Hawk asked as he turned his head towards the old man, he couldn't hold his tears at that point, they wailed down against his will.
Reginald lowered his head at Vidu and answered. "I don't know the answer to your question, Hawk."
He paused for a moment before speaking again. "What I know is neither of you are at fault, you both chose paths that were destined to clash.
I am sure that Vidu would have asked the same question if he was in your position."
Hawk nodded and looked back at Vidu. "I'll live, brother. Not the life you lived, but a better one, for you and Teo as well, I promise."
