Laharl hadn't at first noticed his father. It wasn't until he had returned from his fruitless search did the boy look up at him. He hadn't expected to see him looking like that. There was so much sadness in the older demon's eyes. Had his old man looked like this back then? Laharl couldn't remember. He could only remember his own feelings from back then.

Feeling something warm and wet trickle down his cheek as emotions welled up again, the you Overlord promptly hide his face behind his long bangs, burying his chin into his scarf.

"She... she was right here..." he managed after a long moment of silence. "Then she wasn't. There wasn't anything I could do... I..."

Laharl let out a frustrated sound and a muttered swear, as words then failed him. What more could he say? She was gone and it was unlikely he would ever see her again.