Vyers was almost shocked to see the tear begin to roll down his son's face, and his eyes softened a little, though he looked away.

He needed to say something or do something, he knew, but nothing came to mind. Vyers swallowed before he moved to sit next to Laharl. He was still unsure what to say--and whether or not anything he would say would have any effect (he didn't feel any better than Laharl after all), but it was all that he could do.