You swallow. You did not expect this. You wish he didn’t
have to see you like this, or witness this moment. You could
have embraced poor Loken to your bosom later, when all this
was over. Or perhaps it would have been better that he died
long-since and had never come here.
‘Garviel…’ you murmur.
‘You have deluded yourself, great Lupercal,’ Loken says to
you. ‘You are the servant of Chaos, not its master.’
‘What would you know of this, Garviel?’ you ask, stung by
his words.
‘Everything, now, father,’ he replies.
This moment is spoiled. You didn’t want Loken here. Your
heart aches. For a father to see his son again, after all this time,
and hear him speak such words. And they think you’re the
monster! You, with tears on your face at the sight of your
favourite child, and your father, your damn father, still
impassive and without affect despite the ruined corpse of His
favoured son on the deck at His heels!