The Sentinels revenge is in the creator's hands

Ford didn't need any reminders. He knew precisely what their mother had called their grandfather, and how much she had adored him; how much he had meant to her. In his earlier years, the titan had felt a pang of envy for his own mother. She had experienced what it meant to grow surrounded by support and love, and she had not weakened because of it. Even then, he was shocked.

The titan did not respond to his brother's comment on their deceased relative. He already knew the fondness that their mother had for the dark druid. Emotions carried very little sway with him. Though he could play the part of any role required, he wasn't fond of sentiments or heavy hearts.

When Velen remarked that he would like to claim the woodland once they took the bay, Ford latched onto him with an intent stare. Nothing was betrayed in the titan's gaze. “Of course. This is just as much our birthright as the bay is,” he responded after a moment or two of studying his sibling's features. “We will need more in numbers if we are to do it, though.” As he turned his attention to the charred landscape, he saw the possibilities of what could have been stretching out before him.