(Rigel)
I don't know what the future holds. My brothers' reassurance that our bond will never break gives me hope.
To live without Amaia, I will never agree to that. At the same time can I be this selfish to ask her to accompany me if or when I will have to go to Fudaria?
Surrounded by these questions, I go to meet my father. Can I even call him that?
Saiph and my mom wanted to come with me but I refused. I need to do this alone.
Slowly I knock on his door. Sentinels open it for me at his permission.
He is sitting on his rocking chair, donning his white night gown and reading a book. His silver hair hangs loosely. He appears like an older version of Alnilam. The resemblance is uncanny. Now that I think about it, we look nothing alike because we are not even related.
"Rigel!" He abruptly leaves his seat with a surprise smile covering his lips and nears me.
Emotions almost choke me as I say. "I thought it was time we spoke."
