Silas walked and walked. To no avail, Emeric continued to trail behind him wherever he went.
Evidently, their adventures together in limbo weren't coming to an uncomplicated end as he had hoped.
There was still something for them to say or do so that moving forward could even be an option.
"So, where do you think you are heading?" hands in his pockets, his father followed in his tracks.
"My wife could be somewhere in this place and I can't find out what is left between us to address so, I cannot sit and do nothing,"
"You must really hate me then," Emeric muttered.
That got him to stop dead and turn around, but no matter how hard he rummaged through his brain, no words seemed viable to concoct a suitable enough retort.
Well, other than, "I do not hate you," he expressed calmly.
