(117) Marvels of the Grimoires
Zolis quickly pulled Peter's attention from him before they had the chance to talk anymore. Geth turned his head to Luke, who was patiently waiting for him to the side.
"Hi, Dad."
"Hey, Son." Geth put his free hand on the boy's shoulder while inspecting him. He had grown quite fit while they'd been gone, most likely due to the Grimoire's interference.
He pulled his son in and held him for a moment, "I've missed you, boy. Have you been doing alright?"
"Yeah! Papi has even helped me learn to fight! I killed my own Goblin!" Luke let out excitedly.
"Oh yeah? That's great!" Geth tousled his hair, causing the boy to blush.
Most people wouldn't like the idea of an 8-year-old child killing, but Geth was glad for Til exposing him to it. It was much better to be prepared than caught off guard.
"And what did your Mom think about that?" Geth chuckled as he asked.
"Mmm, she told me to treat it like when Filthy took me hunting."