"Rouchefort. What is it?" His father asked him walking closer to him.
Rouchefort released laughter of utter sadness that increased around the surroundings with burdened echo. His eyes welled up but anger he felt was more than the tears that wanted to fill his eyes.
His head rose to the sky that seemed calm and clear of clouds.
"Father." He called out to his father without looking in his direction.
"Are you fine son?" The general responded walking to him.
"I beg of your honest opinion. If someone were to intentionally hurt mother. What would do to them?" He asked, suppressing his anger at the surface his emotions.
His tone was terrifyingly calm, like a disaster waiting to happen at any unexpected moment. The general remained silent to try and come up with a reason that will calm the evidently overflowing feeling of his son.