One of an undetermined length. [ She can't help but at that quietly, a little sadly. Maybe it's the Corruption finally taking hold of her mentally. If they're only gone for a little while, then how long will that be. What if they never come back? Diarmuid, or John, or anyone else who feels the pull of the ocean. ]
... He wasn't perfect, but he was— [ Is there is a word for it? For him? There's a long silence, her brow furrowing for a moment. ] He was dad, wasn't he?
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... He wasn't perfect, but he was— [ Is there is a word for it? For him? There's a long silence, her brow furrowing for a moment. ] He was dad, wasn't he?