"Hey Dad... am I ever gonna get another Dad? Or mom, I guess, but I figure it'll be another Dad. Uh, wait, this is gonna get confusing. But anyway, we'll deal with that later."
A deep, amused chuckle escaped his throat, one of his eye brows quirking as his gaze lifted. He had been in the blacksmiths, hammering out the dings in his new-ish set of armor. “Another one? Yer askin’ if I’m gonna marry someone?” Picking up the vambrace, he lifted it up to the magically-enchanted light, blue eyes trailing along its surface.
“Not anytime soon, sorry. Bein’ dead, I can’t do that to someone.” Allowing a moment for what he assumed would be a contrary squawk, he rumbled deeply. “It’s okay! I’m at peace with it; I know I got folks who are okay with it, but long term? I couldn’t ask them ta deal with that daily—especially with as often as we’re at war.” Placing the vambrace back onto the workbench, he kept his eyes on Rekkis.
“An’ I already see folks getting’ older without me. I… kind of don’t want to lose more than I have to.”













