After the tension in the living room had finally settled, the old man was able to let out a deep breath. His hand still occasionally reached out to touch the robot standing loyally beside him, as if to make sure it wasn't just an illusion.
A faint smile began to form on his lips, although it was clear the wounds from what had just happened with Roni were still fresh.
Alaric looked at him with deep respect. He stood up, straightened his blazer, and spoke softly.
"Sir, I'll take my leave now. I hope the robot brings you some comfort. Don't hesitate to use it—it was made to make your life easier."
The old man hesitated for a moment. "Son, wouldn't you like to stay for dinner? Or rest for a bit?"
But Alaric only shook his head gently. "Another time, Sir. I still have some things to take care of. Please take care of yourself."
He reached out, clasping the old man's hand firmly with respect, then turned and quietly walked out of the house.
