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Laden took a deep, shuddering breath, and his voice cracked slightly as he began to speak. "I... I know I let you down." His words wavered, but he pressed on. "I\'ve spent years so focused on finding your mother, on this impossible quest, that I ignored you. I left you to fend for yourselves, to fight battles that weren\'t yours to fight."

Lovigary shifted uncomfortably, his hands clenching at his sides. His jaw was tight, his emotions barely contained. The once-young boy who had eagerly followed his father\'s lead now stood as a man forged by hardship, and his eyes—once full of admiration—were clouded with resentment.

Lokk\'s lips parted, his breath shaky, though he kept his gaze locked on the ground, as if looking at his father would shatter the fragile control he was desperately trying to maintain. His hands trembled slightly, and he clenched them into fists, knuckles white, a sign of the battle within him.

Laden\'s heart clenched at the sight of his sons, both so much older, so much harder than he remembered. He stepped toward them, hesitating when he saw Lovigary take a step back. Pain flashed across Laden\'s face, but he didn\'t stop.

"I made you bear my burdens," he said quietly, his voice thick with regret. "I led you down a path that was never meant for you, blinded by my own grief. I made you grow up too fast, forced you to carry the weight of my mistakes. And for that... I am truly sorry."

Lovigary\'s lip quivered, but he bit down on it, turning his head away as if trying to suppress the emotions rising within him. Lokk remained silent, but the way his shoulders slumped, the way his fists slowly unclenched, spoke volumes.

Laden\'s voice grew softer as he continued. "I was supposed to protect you. I was supposed to guide you, to be there for you when you needed me. But instead, I abandoned you—left you to fight your own battles while I chased a ghost." His eyes flickered to Aria, his voice trembling as he said, "I was so consumed with bringing your mother back that I didn\'t see what I still had."

Lokk raised his head slightly, his eyes glistening as he looked at his father. "We just… we just wanted you to be there," he whispered, his voice breaking. "We needed you, Dad. And you weren\'t there."

The raw vulnerability in Lokk\'s words struck Laden like a blow. His face crumpled, and he took a shaky step forward. "I know," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I know, and I\'m so sorry. I\'ve failed you in ways I can never take back, but I want to make it right. I will make it right.

I don\'t deserve your forgiveness, but I\'m asking for it."

For a moment, the silence was deafening. Lovigary\'s chest rose and fell with sharp breaths, and Lokk\'s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. The weight of Laden\'s apology hung in the air, fragile and heavy, as both sons stood frozen, unsure of how to respond.

Then, slowly, Lovigary took a tentative step forward. His face was contorted with a mix of anger, grief, and something softer. He stood before his father, his fists still clenched at his sides. For a long, agonizing moment, he simply stared at Laden, his lips trembling.

"You hurt us," Lovigary said, his voice low but steady. "You hurt all of us. And for the longest time, I thought… I thought you didn\'t care."

Laden\'s heart ached at those words, and his knees nearly buckled. "I care," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I care more than you know. I just… I couldn\'t see past my own pain."

Lovigary\'s eyes glistened, and with a sudden, sharp breath, he took another step forward, this time closing the distance between them. His fists unclenched, and before Laden could react, Lovigary threw his arms around his father, gripping him tightly. Laden gasped, his body going rigid for a moment before he melted into the embrace, his arms wrapping around his son with desperation.

"I thought I lost you," Lovigary whispered, his voice trembling. "But I still need you, Dad. We all do."

Laden\'s breath hitched, and he held his son tighter, his tears falling freely now. "I\'m here," he whispered. "I\'m here, and I\'ll never leave you again."

Lokk, watching the scene unfold, felt his own composure falter. He hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward, joining the embrace. His arms wrapped around both his father and brother, and for the first time in years, he let himself cry—quiet, heart-wrenching sobs that shook his frame.

Laden held them both, his heart breaking and healing all at once. He whispered apologies between sobs, his hands clutching his sons as if they were his lifeline.

As the three stood there, locked in a fragile, emotional embrace, the others looked on—some with tears in their eyes, others with quiet understanding.

Fenrir\'s usually stern expression softened, his lips pressed into a thin line as he looked away, trying to hide the moisture in his eyes. Gabriel placed a hand over his chest, bowing his head in respect for the moment. Ember, who always held her emotions in check, allowed a single tear to escape, wiping it away quickly as she crossed her arms.

Aria stood a few steps back, watching with a soft, bittersweet smile. Her heart ached for all the lost time, but there was peace in seeing her family take the first steps toward healing.

After what felt like an eternity, Laden finally pulled back, his eyes red and puffy from crying. He turned slowly to the rest of the orphans—those he had taken under his wing, those he had led astray in his quest. His voice wavered, but he held their gazes.

"I… I\'ve failed all of you too," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I led you down a path I never should have, and because of me, you\'ve suffered. I can\'t undo the past, but I can promise you this—I will spend the rest of my life making it right. If you can find it in your hearts to forgive me, I will do everything in my power to be the father you deserved."

Amara\'s lips trembled as she took a hesitant step forward. Her eyes were filled with uncertainty, but also with hope. "We followed you because we believed in you," she said softly. "And maybe… maybe we can believe in you again."

Laden\'s breath hitched, and he nodded, unable to find the words to express the gratitude swelling in his chest.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, Laden stood surrounded by his family—bruised, broken, but not beyond healing. Hope flickered in their hearts, fragile but real, and Laden knew that this was just the beginning.

Aria\'s voice was soft yet firm, her gaze unwavering as she stood beside Laden, her hand gently resting on his arm. Her lips curved into a faint smile, though her eyes held a mixture of affection and expectation. She gestured toward the scattered, unconscious bodies of the orphans—Garrick, Hera, and the others—who lay bruised and battered, their breaths shallow but steady.

"That\'s good," she began, her tone laced with tenderness, yet carrying the weight of unspoken responsibility. Laden, standing beside her, cast his eyes downward, avoiding her gaze. His brow furrowed in remorse, his hands trembling slightly as he clenched them into fists, the guilt weighing heavily on him.

Aria\'s fingers tightened gently around his arm, urging him to meet her eyes. When he finally did, she tilted her head slightly, her expression softening as she spoke again, her voice quieter but no less firm.

"But you\'re not done, my love," she said, her tone carrying both understanding and an unyielding insistence. "You still have the others to apologize to."

She nodded toward the fallen orphans, her gesture slow and deliberate, as if each movement carried its own significance. Laden\'s gaze followed the direction of her nod, his jaw tightening as he surveyed the damage done. Garrick\'s bruised face was turned to the side, his chest rising and falling slowly with each strained breath.

Hera lay sprawled beside him, her limbs limp, a faint trickle of blood marring her lip. Even unconscious, their faces bore expressions of pain and betrayal, etched deep into their features.

Laden\'s heart clenched at the sight. His breath came in ragged gasps as the weight of his actions pressed down on him, threatening to crush him. He shifted his stance, his feet feeling heavy as if they were rooted to the ground. His hands remained curled into fists, his knuckles white with tension, the remorse in his eyes intensifying with each passing second.

Aria\'s gaze softened further, her hand sliding down to his clenched fist. Her touch was gentle, but firm, as she coaxed his fingers open, one by one, until his hand lay flat against hers. She raised it slightly, bringing it closer to her chest, her movements slow and intentional, as though reminding him of the humanity he had almost lost.

"They\'re still waiting, Laden,"