El Abrham turned to face Logan fully, his eyes cold yet calculating. "Yes, he did. And he did not regret it. Your father was a strong man, a man with a kind heart. But he..." El Abrham paused, wiping tears from his eyes with the collar of his clothes. Logan observed the moment in silence. Somehow, Logan was starting to believe he was wrong about El Abrham and that he wasn't evil and stronghearted as his mind had concluded so far. Slowly, he got down from the Peugeot and walked to where El Abrham knelt. A surge of willpower he couldn't fathom, enveloped him as he also knelt beside El Abrham. Even though he wasn't sure if to believe El Abrham yet or not, he felt strongly connected to the dilapidated tombstone in front of him. He felt the same way he was feeling when he was with Grandpa Dom at the hospital before he gave up the ghost. His eyes shifted to El Abrham who was still muttering some Arabic supplications amidst sobs he was trying to head back. Logan was not willing to have