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This is bananas // Open

                Tetsuya never thought he’d see the day where he’d leave Japan! Waking up in such a strange city brought forth some panic, however, it all soon washed very quickly when he took his first few steps into the city- that feeling is quickly replaced with excitement, and curiosity. A lively city! Many crowds of people, shops, and buildings. He couldn’t help but shake in excitement as he looks at his surroundings.

                Well, before he can even explore the districts that piqued his curiosity he felt his stomach rumble. With that, a small sigh leaves his lips, “Aw man, this ain’t cool. Gotta find something to eat, yo!” He can’t do anything on an empty stomach! Especially if he wanted to bust some sweet moves- now isn’t the time to chillax, and let hunger become an impediment in his life.

                With the sudden realization, the boy clasps his hands together. With a simple pluck, he easily picks a banana off the side of his head, leaving the couple of yellow bunches on each side uneven. Perfect! The boy laughed, and begins bobbing his head to an internalized beat. Green eyes shift over to the side only to see some individual staring at him. Watching him. Probably judging him. Why… What is going on?

                With that, his laughter dies down to a more awkward giggle, and he smiles at the stranger, “Do ya want it? I don’t care, I can share! It’s high in potassium, yo!” 

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   It wasn't long before memories returned to the duelist-- therefore matters only went back to the way they were beforehand. Simple, yet quiet, finally relaxing himself after long procedures had already taken place. Out stretched hands, he takes a moment to pause, breathing in the fresh city air.

   Suddenly his eyes catch that of a happy smile, before suddenly the male he was watching suddenly plucks off bananas from the side of his head. Emerald eyes blink in confusion, it was one of the strangest thing the Arclight had witnessed, and he honestly had witnessed many strange things in his life so far.

   With a pinch to his side, the duelist recalls that this is not a dream, but reality. Not that he was judging the other-- although, he was curious to know why the blond had fruit growing from his head. Maybe it was there in case he ever became hungry? Mihael most definitely knew the feeling of an empty stomach, however at this point in time; hungry was not a thing he was.

   "I apologise," he bows his head forward, with a sparkle in his eyes.

   "It is kind of you to offer up your food, but I am not hungry. I do have a question, though-- if you don't mind my asking.." He would wait, of course, to see if the other wished to hear it.

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"Hmmmmhmmmhmmm~" 

[ Haru giggled under his breath, walking through the oh-so familiar streets he called his home. He…thought so, at least. This wasn’t Enoshima- he really had no idea what he was doing here! All he remember is waking up in an apartment that looked just vaguely familiar, but otherise- what was this place? The only people he could properly remember off of the top of his head was barely a handful.

He held out his arms to his sides, taking rather large steps. This felt nostalgic- though, only in the way this was something that he did when he first arrived in Enoshima. He remembered seeing a red car and a boy with red hair inside of it, and chasing it until he had reached the ‘Sky Tree’. He giggled just a little bit and increased his pace, ignoring the people that he ran by. ]

"I don’t remember this plaaaaaace!"

[ He whined, continuing on the path ahead of him. He brought his arms down and giggled under his breath, smiling as widely as he possibly could. Any feeling of remorse, guilt, or any negative emotion he had felt upon first entering the Hive was gone to him. It was like as if he had started over, and mostly..he didn’t realize where he was going.

Or that there was a cat slowly stalking him. But when he did take notice, it didn’t take long at all for a rather loud scream to emit from the young alien, and he hid behind of the closest person, whimpers leaving his lips every so often. He pointed at the cat, tugging at the stranger’s sleeve.] 

"T-There’s a scary cat there, get rid of it!" 

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   Attention focused upon the streets, each passerby was met with nothing but a blank stare. Pondering the presence of the bracelet hitched on his wrist, not knowing what reason it was there. With having no idea his soul was located within, his curiosity run ramped with no idea what they were for; the duelist shrugs it off for the moment.

   It was long before he finds himself within the presence of a stranger, whimpering and seemingly acting horrified of something which had recently happened to them. Emerald eyes blink rapidly at the blonde, glancing as he clung onto the Arclight's cloth.

   "A cat?" he questions, peeking past to notice the feline scratching his left ear behind the pair. Hesitantly III kneels, scratching the itch behind-- hoping that might do the trick. "It will not harm you, at best, it may.. perhaps claw at your skin, as the most a feline is capable of is drawling only a droplet of blood." III states, matter of factly, standing back up to face his new found acquaintance.

   "Are you.. perhaps.. allergic?"

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don't you forget about me! // dlanor

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Though it felt strange to just hug someone, the child relished in the fact that it brought her comfort when she needed it, possibly the most. Dlanor felt lost, confused and even afraid, because it wasn’t just her memories missing; at moments it felt like a part of her was foreign, something she couldn’t understand. And even if she tried to tell herself that things were okay, she was skeptical.

Taking a deep breath, the angel considered the question carefully. She knew the answer well, but part of her didn’t wish to worry the pink haired duelist. Was that wrong, wanting to hide her worries..? Her friend sounded preoccupied too. While her mind still raced, the gentle pats were also reassuring and…familiar? It felt wrong to try and hide her thoughts, so she offers a slow shake of her head, yet no answer.

There’s the thought that reminds her that she needs to pull away, because the action was still awkward, but the boy’s words stop her from doing so. Warm? Yeah, she guesses it is; she’s also content there. It feels…safe? “It’s so sudden but I was— am very happy to see YOU.” And the soft and steady rhythm of the male’s heartbeat is strangely calming.

But the worries remain, though hopefully not overshadowing her relief. “I didn’t think I’d still be HERE… We weren’t supposed to BE.” Because hadn’t they said they were going to leave? She speaks softly, as if unsure of how to voice her concerns. “But I don’t remember why it was so IMPORTANT… I DON’T…” Know where I wanted to go.

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   Main concern now stayed focused on the female in front, quickly giving her side a squeeze as though it was something he had always been meaning to do. III never would understand the concept of feeling, even in this way. It was simply foreign to him, alas the concealed feelings kept hidden from the strangest of strangers.

   Why was this? His mind elsewhere, and yet he felt safe and warm; the words spoken from before. Chest tightened as one could recall, breathing became hitched and heavy as he hung onto each of her words. Recalling the memories of returning somewhere-- wherever this place was, it wasn't only him.

   "Yes, I can also recall..." The scientists lied, of course they did-- he honestly wasn't surprised in the least. Going home had possibly been on most of the residents minds, III himself wanted the bliss feeling of Heartland wash through his locks. Although... he couldn't recall why exactly that was... "I was afraid you wouldn't be here-- that maybe this was only a dream." What was waiting for him? III only remembered his time within the Hive and nothing else.

   "... know why, or where you wanted to go?" He finishes, gently closing his eyes in return. "Certainly I happen to be the same. I feel confused, as though there is something I should remember.... but no matter how many times I try--" His chest moves slightly, allowing his forehead to droop slightly forward. "... my mind simply turns blank."

   Below a whisper, he manages... "What is my purpose?"

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don't you forget about me! // dlanor

[dollofmarble]

Ever since the moment Dlanor found herself back in her apartment, with barely any recollections of what her actual home was like, she’d felt a little jumpy. Maybe that wasn’t the right word to use, but she was certainly anxious, if not a little scared. It didn’t make sense, seeing as she recalled the Hive in a mostly positive way, but her memories, or lack thereof, continue to haunt her.

She perks up at the knocks, unceremoniously dropping the pillow she had been hugging against her chest, when a voice follows. The child recognizes it instantly, and relief washed over her. Someone she mostly remembered clearly; someone not from this city and yet not from home either. At the moment, his strange status was what made him feel closest to her. it’s ridiculous, yet oddly reassuring.

“III” She calls back in a slightly shaky voice, albeit loud enough for him to know she had heard him, as she walks to the door. And she’s unsure why it’s suddenly hard to control her emotions (she could do that before just fine, couldn’t she?) when she finds herself loosely holding onto the teen as she opens the door.

That’s strange, right? She can’t recall ever doing so in her time in the city, but it was calming. It meant he really was there; something tangible and constant in this chaos. But it’s still awkward and, though she doesn’t quickly pull away, maybe it was wrong of her to do that. “SORRY…”

[aztecmaskgolem-blog]

   He felt a wave of relief wash over when the door opens to see her face, she seems different-- maybe something had happened in between the short time they last saw one another? III isn't sure, his chest feels heavy; as though a weight had been pressed against his rib cage.

   Something is amiss, he already knows-- nothing feels right, and his own heart feels empty. Sadness overwhelms III as he can't remember, in knowing this suddenly the Hive felt new, fresh and different. All the teen can do is wait, hoping answers would come forward; or perhaps Dlanor herself would recall, and even know what was happening.

   "Is everything alright?" he firmly presses, alas voice hitched as he quickly pats her petite limbs. Breath short, emerald eyes glance across the door, and to where Dlanor was pressed. The duelist felt calm at this instance, knowing his friend could recall memories they shared-- at least remembering his code name was a start.

   Suddenly it felt warm, as though it was a feeling III himself once experienced before. Still, no recollection of it; or any remembrance was had. Perhaps he thought it was memories of his mother, although no picture came to his mind. Why wouldn't a clear memory come? "There is no need for you to apologise. It's fine.. I feel--"

   Sad, confused, conflicted, normal? "... warm."

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don't you forget about me! // dlanor

   He could have sworn being in this sector moments ago, knowing it most definitely wasn't what he expected. Memory hazy, III drew a breath; staring down to the bracelet wrapped firmly around his wrist. What was the purpose of it? The duelists memory was no longer present, frowning as his right hand tentatively rested over the front of his wrist, mind foggy and not understanding the purpose of the bracelet on hand.

   Instead he could recall every lasting memory of this city known as the Hive. Each turn, street and name came to him as though the Arclight had lived here his entire life. Perhaps III had, no recollection came but that; except one familiar face came to mind.

   III recalled each step towards Sector 1, frowning upon reaching his painted destination, he stops-- painfully resting his knuckles against the wood of the door. Three knocks was all it took, much eluding to his own name-- his identity, the one thing he could recall about himself. 

   Slowly he called out, "Dlanor?"

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"If I had to file a complaint I wouldn’t know where to start."

Never mind the fact that he wouldn’t have the patience to fill papers and he’d just end up trying to get III to do it for him anyway. Despite the moody reply, though, Thomas had been caught quite off guard. He hadn’t realized his younger brother was there to hear.

"I might be," he said, more avoidantly than he’d like. Not how he’d wanted to breach the subject, but… "We’re going home, aren’t we?"

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   "Is it truly that bad?" III knew-- perhaps it was his brother simply complaining, because he could. He hadn't minded the city much, except it was missing one very important person. 

   "Might I ask what it is?" Out of turn, he folds his fingers, expressively over the front of his coat. III was nervous, each final word was made known of that. What would happen? "... I believe so. We are still without Chris-niisama. Is this also your decision?" With a pause, III quickly remembers words the eldest once spoke. "He said you would be waiting for us in hell, and I suppose he was not wrong."

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"Tch… There’s nothing of use. The one thing this city hasn’t lost is its knack for being annoying."

He was searching for something that might serve some purpose if taken back home, but by the looks of it no such thing could be found.

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   "Annoying? I don't know what you mean." Unless his brother means the announcement, III isn't sure. Slowly he approaches, sliding a soft hand into the pocket of his attire. "Are you searching for something, brother?"

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Lucky him, just one of the few he wished to see in this strange city! Tron is only mildly surprised to see the other offering such a sensible response to his reasoning. Well, the boy does have a point, even if most of those reasons escape the younger. “Feelings, huh?” Such troublesome concerns…

Though it calms him somewhat to learn that the pink haired duelist still holds the family in such high regards. Sometimes it felt like he was the only one. "Heh, well I wonder what IV would decide." Really, in this kind of scenario, it was hard to read his sons’ thoughts, even moreso considering they had been on that place for longer than himself. "That’s like you, III, though I wonder what you’d do if neither of us were here to influence your choice." Really, without Chris here, the family was still separated. In a sense, that was another reason to wish to go back.

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   It is hard for III to say, even though there's many emotions flowing frequently through him; he cannot comprehend Tron understandings of his own words. Yes, it was very alike the youngest to state so, even III would agree on those words.

   "Yes, feelings..."

   III needn't seem so bothered, he knew right away what his incomprehensible answer would be. Deep down he knows not to be bothered by mere words, although it was all he had by this time. "I wonder.. I am certain whatever it is that Thomas chooses, will be the correct choice." Although, he hoped they would all leave this city together, in search of Chris. "As you've stated, it is very like me-- and if neither of you, or Thomas-niisama came to this city.. I would choose to go home. I will never be at ease without brother Chris, even if we all end--"

   Slowly he cut his words off, not wanting to go further. III wasn't certain what would happen if they returned, would they fall back into sacrifices for the Barian World? Still, did their father now? He wasn't sure on how to approach the problem at hand.

   "I wish to go home, father."

[heraldrycrests]

Eh, being able to go back home? Tron hasn’t really been in this strange city for that long, so he feels no attachment to it or the residents whatsoever. If anything, the news please him quite a lot. He’s still rather amused with how conflicted others seem to be.

"Shouldn’t this be an easy choice to make? How peculiar."

Still, though the choice is easy for him, he does have people he needs to consult this with; namely his sons. He’s not sure what exactly became of them back home, and that needs to be addressed. 

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   Not being certain on what decision to make suffered his thoughts, Mihael wasn't certain on which choice would fit him best. Whatever it is that his family wanted to do, he'd follow-- not wanting to be parted from them once more, not while they were together, belated without Chris.

   "It would depend on one's feelings, father."

   To the youngest, family would always mean the world to him; so Mihael's decision had already been made. "Wherever it is that you and brother Thomas go, I will follow."

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LEGAL NAME: Mihael Arclight NICKNAME(S): III -- it's more so of a code name! DATE OF BIRTH: No canon birthday GENDER: male SPECIES: human PLACE OF BIRTH: uh, wherever he was born? i don't believe the Arclight's are originally from heartland, so i'd say europe somewhere.... CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: District Epsilon SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Japanese, English.... whatever European country I can headcanon them from EDUCATION:  Inhales, he's well educated from what we can delude from canon, since he's polite in nature and very intelligent. although canon-wise he grew up in an orphanage with his older brother Thomas, from the age of around 10 or so??? and we have no idea what happened during those years, so it is kinda hard to say! OCCUPATION: Duelist CRIMINAL RECORD: hmm he killed astral once, and almost destroyed the world (by accident), but that's about it. LIKE(S): his family, ooparts deck, friends, archaeology DISLIKES(S): when his brothers are upset!!, and when his friends are too (what friends i whisper in the distance) FEAR(S): LOSING HIS FAMILY + having them taken away again and losing his friends

{ P H Y S I C A L   I N F O R M A T I O N }

HAIR COLOR: pink EYE COLOR: green HEIGHT: inhales i have no idea TATTOOS: n/a. unless his d-gazer tattoo counts

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SIBLING(S): two older brothers! thomas arclight and chris arclight! PARENT(S):  byron arclight, we don't know anything about their mother CHILDREN: n/a PET(S): once had a dog! i guess his cards are kinda like his pets now

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SEXUAL PREFERENCE: gosh, well..... i can't see him honestly caring about preference? like if he's interested in someone, he's interested, you know? as long as whoever it is likes him too. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: n/a SINCE WHEN:  n/a

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The sweetness of reunion is the joy of heaven. [Closed]

Dlanor had heard about, and seen, the amusement park quite a times since her arrival, but she had never really bothered with visiting it until today. Sector 5 had its own practical use, whatnot with being the shopping district, but it also offered options that were about as recreative as those of Sector 6.

It seemed enjoyable, really. 

But even if the rides seem like fun distractions, it’s a little off-putting to be there all by herself. A tranquil ride on the ferris wheel seemed like the best way to lighten her mood, and it would also offer a good view of the whole park and what other rides there were.

There’s a quick shift in her attitude, however, as she catches a glimpse of what appears to be a familiar person within the crowds below. Her golden eyes focus on the individual, attention undivided as she follows their movements while the pod descends slowly. Could that be? It felt kind of surreal, but she was certain there was no mistake. Well, there was always the chance that…

When she’s allowed off the structure, she shakes the thoughts away and moves to where she had last seen the figure. Luckily, Dlanor finds the boy is still close by and she approaches slowly, as if weary. “III?” There are still traces of doubt in her tone, even if she’s certain of his identity now. Would he know who she was?

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   Amusement spread quickly across the duelists features, though being alone within the restraints of the city had allowed uneasiness to set in; before noticing an apparent amusement park spreading across the sector. Childish thoughts echoed, wanting to make note of the many contraptions possible; as if to recall happier times. After all, he was only a child at heart-- and his heart craved this.

   An experience he'd never been able to enjoy, until this particular moment. Musing the thought on how enjoyable times would seem if only his family could be here, that is.. in full-- it was a thought never worth noting, knowing the Arclight's never could be a family to enjoy trivial and so-called enjoyable times.

   Palms shaky as he allows himself to depart the current ride, a roller coaster; speeding tracks and loops that he would always remember-- then he hears his own name, well the one he usually went by. Not many knew of it, aside from those from Heartland, and one of his special friends.

   Slowly the duelist turns, not sure of what to expect as he does so.

   "Dlanor...?" he's confused, noting their last tenure together, and never forgetting the date. Emerald eyes widen as he gazes forwards, blinking rapidly in succession, and watching each movement surely enough.

   "That is you, correct? I don't believe my eyes could be deceiving me."

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one's glowing heart // MIHAEL ARCLIGHT [III]

It was difficult to begin a business, and Wendy Marvell was quickly beginning to realize just how true that was. If there was one thing she lacked above all else, it was experience. She’d been given a building in which she could use for her shelter, as well as the funds necessary to pay any employees she hired. She was so very thankful for the help she was being given, so much that she was afraid she’d never be able to somehow repay her generous donors. 

Thankfully, things weren’t very busy in the beginning. They’d taken in a few animals thus far, which was perfect for training new staff and figuring out the best way to handle different scenarios. Even if two animals were the same species, it didn’t mean they’d respond to the same scenario similarly, for example. She also had to start figuring out the supplies they needed to have on hand, such as tools or food.

Unfortunately, she’d been so busy that she’d been unable to get to know her employees on a more personal level - something she wanted to do considering how  keen she was on making friends. Quite simply, Wendy’s heart of gold was notorious, even in Fairy Tail. She was always thinking of what was for the best for her friends, who were by extension her family, and clearly those sentiments extended to animals as well.

But, as busy as she was, Wendy was often running back and forth from the establishment’s different wings - often carrying things that blocked her vision. This was one such case where she was dashing through the animal recovery wing with a box filled with toys for the animals to play with. She could barely see, so it was inevitable that she’d crash into someone, tumbling to the side and spilling the box’s contents all over the floor.

Well, that was embarrassing…

"Uwah! I’m so so sorry!" she exclaimed, not even having found the strength to push herself upright once more before apologizing, brown eyes looking up to meet the gaze of emerald the young man before her sported. "A-Ah…! You’re… Mihael-san…? One of my own employees… I’m not a very good boss…" It was day two and she was already beating up her employees. Gosh.

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   Being blessed with experiences were lacked by the youngest Arclight, his ever growing heart separated him from most-- even mentioned by his father. Finding a job which suited his tastes, he knew only he could be capable of caring for animals, being different from his brothers and most.

   Excitement brewed throughout, caring for animals was something he would take pride in. Attention stayed focused within his co-workers and the animals he cared for, allowing small kittens to lick at his fingers. It was an experience, that was for certain.

   Stepping out, door closed behind; just as a figure bumped into him at the same time. Taken back, it took him a matter of moments to gather his composure, emerald eyes staring within the brown. Before leaning down to help the younger between all the toys.

   "Oh? I apologise, I was in your way." he apologised, slowly nodding his head, reaching his soft hand out to reach for her arm. Mihael hoped no bruising would occur, for Wendy's own sake. "Yes, you are correct! You are a remarkable boss, although, we should worry for your own safety first."

   One too many boxes had been carried by his boss, but he was willing to help carry them; "We all make mistakes, and thankfully, I don't believe anyone else managed to notice your fall." With concerned tones, he manages a question-- while anxiety crept over.

   "Are you alright?"

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Not this again. [Intro/Open]

When Tron is first told about the situation he’s in after arriving to Hive City, he feels a dull mix of confusion and apprehension that almost borders vexation. He can’t feel much else at the though of being ripped from his home world and what he holds dear, again, he fears. The first time was bad enough, and the timing of this particular abduction just couldn’t be worse. And this is all for some pesky social experiment? It just made things worse.

And he’d complain, he’d act, if not for the dizziness and exhaustion. For a moment he blames the method that was used to bring him here, if only because it reminds him of the sensation of being trapped between the Parallel Worlds. The thought just makes things even worse as he slowly starts roaming the streets.

Thankfully he has his mask, and most of his expression is hidden away from the public as he ponders his options. He can’t think much right now, sick as he presently feels, but it’s enough to reason that finding this District Alpha should be a priority. And well, it’s easy enough to slip back into attitudes and actions he’s familiar with. With some effort, he brings the cheer back to his voice.

"Well, isn’t this a real bother." There’s no effort to lower his volume, nor the slightly theatrical ring to his voice, to appeal to those around him. "Hey, hey, you~" He calls out to no one in particular, followed by a short laugh. He doesn’t care who heeds his call. "Where’s District Alpha?" There’s no politeness to his words; this is less of a request and more of a playful demand.

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   Confusion spent on his being, there is still much information the youngest Arclight is searching for-- and yet unable to obtain it. Time spent within the city library was daunting, he'd come to know the arrange of books and shelves as though they were his own. It was pleasant and relaxing, something he relinquished in.

   Hearing the tone, loud and very familiar, the youngest son stopped blankly in his tracks. Emerald eyes searching in each direction, needing to find the user-- quickly. Obviously his own footsteps had been heard, soon finding his parental figure in front; slowly he approaches, voice clear and wishing to know how the other felt.

   "Father?"

   He asks, but already knows the childish speech, the mask and matching attire. He's concerned, although he doesn't speak it, in a matter of words his speech contains all that he can fill. As always, his fathers' words were demanding, and haughty-- no love could be squeezed out of them.

   "If you wish it, I can take you there right away." Mihael wishes to say more, not knowing if he should-- or could. What information had his father received in the past few months? It had been a long while, most especially since the son's had been sent on their own mission; although, maybe it would be better to ask on another date. "I did not expect to see you for some time. It has been awhile, hasn't it?"

   To hear the praise of his father was deeply needed.