Erik watched him go, with the vague feeling that his son was disappointed in him. Again.

It was a feeling he should be used to, by now.

It never got any easier. There were days when he did wonder, what his life might have been like. It he had chosen to be a father, rather than a general.

Erik turned and walked away, towards the safehouse. It was time to start planning for the future. There was no point in dwelling in the past. There was no time for regrets.