He looked at the picture, focusing on his father. He nodded," you would be correct. And after my Father died, the Hammer was passed onto me. While I couldn't yeild it until it deemed me as worthy, it was mine." He lifted it from his shoulder, gazing at the hammer. He said," It deemed me worthy a few years ago, and I've been using it since." He looked at her, curious. He them said," what about your parents?"