"Don't worry about that. I know you worry it might happen again, but it won't. I've seen a lot of your life, and I'm sure in my own words. Moreover, even if it can happen again one day, I know you won't miss three years of your lives anymore," he said with his lips twitched in a light smile, then looked back at the hut. Perhaps, he wanted to look at Aiden, who was sleeping on the sofa. But, with the closed door he couldn't, so he moved the look of his eyes back at me, "You were never so close with Aiden when you're now. And that's not because of the mark on your neck, that's because you've spent a lot of time together, went through a lot of obstacles, so…"
He just smiled, then looked at the fog in front of us. It was actually even here, on the terrace. When I was moving my head and looking at my father, I could see the surrounding fog.