Honeyed Pasture That's it Sir, you're leaving

His inquiry was worth the chance, but unfortunately, it came up completely empty. He sighed and shook his head. "It's fine," he muttered. Despite his dissapointment, all he could do was place his faith in the Lord. Raas would lead him to his children -- Hiram would not need the guidance of strangers when he followed the light of God. "They should be around three and half to four months old now," answered the man wistfully. He had missed so much time. Even if he could coax his children back to the grotto, there was no way to get back what he had lost.

Her question was simple in it's assumption... and technically, it was correct. She did not need to know the bitter details that made up the truth. "We were seperated before they were born. They—" he paused, nearly choking on his words. "They don't even know who I am."