The father and the son walking in the underground looked like two different versions of the same person. The father had a more decisive look focused on where they should head to. The son looked more amused and maybe slightly aware of the things around them but also watched their targeted destination.
The anxiously desired destination was not a royal sit from where they would command an empire nor was it a far away land with promising new beginnings and wealthy possibilities, it was merely the end of the corridor. But with such enthusiasm I'm pretty sure they've got there in the end, even though I did not feel exactly stimulated to wait and watch their achievement, me, myself, I had a place to go to.
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