Mr. Richards was gone.
When he passed, he held both his sons' hands tightly. There wasn't much pain. He didn't really hear the mourning music or the sobbing of his children and grandchildren...
In his ears, it was all ceremonial music. In front of him, a long stretch of red carpet lay waiting.
His wife, still looking like her young self, was standing at the end, waiting for him.
Anthony, Charles, your father's leaving now.
Don't be too sad. Living a life like mine-it's rare. If I could, I'd have taken more time to set things up for you better, so you'd have an easier path ahead. But time ran out.
Everyone's ride ends, eventually.
The world's beautiful, sure, but... she's waiting for me on the other side.
Sebastian, Elaria-I don't know how your story ends, but all
