After a long time of the father and son just embracing each other, Azy finally stopped crying. His face was still a little damp with tears and there were the occasional hiccups from the heavy sobs that had wreaked his body earlier. He was also still sniffling intermittently, but he looked so determined to stop himself now.
The boy stepped back and wiped away his tears with his sleeves. And as soon as he finally met his father's eyes, his gaze changed into one that was blazing with determination.
Suddenly, he grabbed onto Zeke's arm.
"I… Mom… you need to go see mom." He said, his eyes pleading and at the same time unwavering. It was an endearing mix of him begging yet ordering at the same time.
As Zeke's eyes dilated at the boy's words, Azy's magic began to move again, as if something had aggravated the sleeping shadows within him. "I need to bring you to her now!"