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Whip's voice lingered in the air for a moment, yet he recieved no response from his lifeless father. Each passing second of silence grew more painful than the last. He could not bring himself to believe that his Dad was gone forever. But there he was, sprawled across the ground in a lifeless heap like a damp towel. He could deny the facts all he wanted, but there was nothing Whip could change. The boy was then cast into a stunned silence as shock took hold.

Others arrived, but Whip payed them no mind. His tearful gaze remained fixed on Peregrine's body. Even as Fox moved closer in an attempt to consul her children, Whip shirked away and moved closer to the corpse. Like the night of his recent breakdown, Whip buried his face in the scruff of his father's neck.

However, there was no comfort granted in contact. Whip began to sputter and wail once he felt that his father's usual warmth had gone.