To save her

Azy dropped his head, and his large eyes stared at his small hand, which was clasped in his father's large one. And then, he lifted his gaze towards his mother. His eyes lingered onto his mother's form as a gleamer of sadness and concern filled his eyes.

"Take her with you, Dad," he said, his grey eyes sparkled with relief as soon as he returned his gaze back to his father. "Don't worry about me. I will be fine. Take Mom with you and keep her safe."

He smiled even as his large eyes watered. Azy was genuinely relieved. Of course, he was sad to part with his beloved mother, but he would be okay even if they were apart for thousands of years, as long as she would be healed. As long as she wouldn't suffer like this again. As long as one day, he could see her again.

This time, Zeke was the one who dropped his head and looked down on the floor. He didn't say anything as his thumb fiddled on his son's small but resilient and tough hand.