"Things have gone out of hand."
Hearing the words, Bianca Romano snapped out of her daze. She glanced to the left, at the old man sitting beside her, and watched as he gently swirled the red wine in his glass, a look of disappointment in his eyes.
"You don't look too bothered, father." She said.
"Oh I am, sweetheart. I'm even considering going out there to join the fight." Chuckling, the old man then added. "It's just… well, I'm still having trouble understanding why this is happening."
Giovanni Romano was getting in on the years. White had conquered his hair, and the wrinkles on his face grew deeper with each day. Though his voice still retained some of its vigor, one could still tell he didn't have much time left.
"You do?" Bianca raised an eyebrow at him. "Isn't the answer obvious?"
