Moonspear split stones

The answers to how many were not as daunting as how he felt about them. Curious, perhaps to see what would come, but there was also a certain level of apprehension that lurked in the depths of his thoughts. He possessed the confidence to do better than his father, but he hardly knew what made a father; aptly put, he knew it better as a verb than the noun. Perhaps he would loathe it all as time went on, and live up to some paternal curse that did or did not exist.

"I suppose we will all find out," he rejoined in mirth—Hydra would surely get her way with things.