A vast array of emotions flicked on the boy's face at this point, as they welled up from deep within, old and new stirring around. His father was dying. Again.

But he could be okay? Urd. The goddess...

Laharl couldn't take it at this point. He turned his back to his father, trying to absorb all this. Admittedly he hadn't been sure what to expect when he headed over here. He knew something was wrong, but he hadn't really thought... When he'd joked to Flonne about making sure his father wasn't croaking, he never imagined he could have been so close to the truth.

"So you were going to actually tell me, huh?"