[He closed his eyes at the words, head bowing downward in grief. The hand he'd had outstretched fell and he rested it over his other hand resting on the cane handle to rest his weight against it.]

Bae.. please. It took me over three hundred years to find you again. I've learned from my mistakes. I would rather have my son, than any of this magic.

[He opened his eyes to look at his son beseechingly.]

Please, just give me a chance to make amends.