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In the darkening twilight, Mithias looked sharply in the direction of a soft chuckle. Stepping awkwardly between the gaint, irregular clumps of tall grass, the dry sand lazily giving way beneath each step, Gabriel ambled down the hill toward them raising his glass somewhat jovially. Perhaps they both felt the same lifting of their spirits at the sight of each other, father and son. All those old discussions, moral dilemmas, Socratic debates, arguments, insults, promises kept and broken, wacks with a cane across the cheek, and ages of persuit and manipulation had finally culminated in a deep bond in spite of their differences. What strange things honor demanded.

Mithias immediately put his weapons away and bowed deeply with his hand over his heart. This was the deepest sign of affection and respect he could give to Gabriel in greeting, for he knew very well his father had a violent hatred of being touched, particularly by anyone that could threaten him. Gabriel had nearly wiped out a city the last time Mithias had dared lay a hand on him. He wouldn't do that again. 

Mithias smiled at the memory of his poor planning in regard to "El ejercito Espanol." 

"Yes, father. And only now can I finally realize how taxing I had been to you, and how much you had done for me." Although he spoke casually, there was a clear slice of contrition in his voice. He glanced at Hank thoughtfully. Creating a child of his own had caused Mithais to grow up a little. 

Gabriel went on with his act, inviting them into his home and putting on a courteous show while delaying the topic of business proper, which he of course already knew. Mithias sighed and shook his head helplessly with an eyeroll at Gabriel's offer of hospitality. "You are too gracious, father." He replied with benal sarcasm. Mithias knew very personally the value of family. It was what drove him, and he too would give anything for those he considered to be part of his own. Gabriel was included in that. 

As they got to the house, they slowed down to see it for a moment. Mithias stood with his hands clasped thoughtfully behind his back as he looked out over the roof to the starry sky. "It does please me to see you again, father." He also turned to Chantelle, who was still with them and bowed differently, more cordially, as to a lady. "Miss Black. Apologies for my defensive behavior. I was unaware that you are a friend and have come here for solace." 

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chat chat or get to the point? you can delay the following, if you want. Assuming Wiz won't post for a week.
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At some point, probably once they had gone inside and had gotten comfortable, Mithias would grow antsy with idle prattle and would get to the primary reason they were there. 

He stood up, looking vexed by the weight he wanted to get off his chest. "Father, I am sure that you have read Hank's mind and know the reason I have brought him before you. Hank suffers from a malady that may kill him, and as much as I love him, there is nothing I can do to save him." He took a deep breath. "If there is anything you can or would do, then that is why he is here. I turn completely to your wisdom. 

I implore you... teach me another lesson, and also there is something I wish to confess."

Mithias only said what Gabriel already knew. "I haven't kept my promise to you. I've risked my life when I swore I would not. I've done it many times since I made that promise, and every time, it kills me within. Every risk I take, I don't know if it isn't you that saves me. I am still a fool. What will you do with me?"