There's grief, but also healing.

{ Then he stands, at his Imran's grave. Trying to decide of what lead him there, if it was the naive feeling of missing his father, a long-promise to avenge his death, or the memories that came to the surface to stir old feelings. One way or another, and an attempt to easy his thoughts, his eyes caught you, a few graves far from him. }

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Notes: Victor, canonically, has a wife. But this isn’t what this roleplay is about. You may continue as you see fit.