Archibald didn't know for how long he sobbed, only that he'd let out enough tears to calm the raging emotions that dwelt within.
Taking a moment to gather himself, he raised his head from his mother's chest to regard her before placing his hands on her shoulders.
"You're real." He muttered, almost like he couldn't believe it.
"I am," she responded with a warm smile before teasing. "Disappointed?"
"No, it's just… if I had known this was what it took to see you again, dying in Twilight, I would have done it centuries ago!"
"Is that why you've been so hung up on bringing back our race?"
Archibald paused, his gaze widening slightly before he mellowed. "After you were taken, Dad… he lost it. He treated me like trash and made me miss you more than I should have. I thought that if I brought the werewolves back, I'd finally be able to experience the joy of having a family once again."
Even as she said nothing, it was clear from her saddened expression that she pitied the young lad.
