"Live for him?"
A silence laden with meaning filled the space between them. Reed furrowed his brow, slowly processing the words.
"Becoming stronger, taking care of your health, extending your life," Yang elaborated, his deep voice resonating with conviction. "Doesn't that sound better than simply fleeing responsibility by dying for those who love you? What good would you do your family by sacrificing yourself, when you could be by their side, supporting them?"
The words settled heavily in Reed's heart. He gazed at his wife, then at his son, whose face showed a vulnerability that reminded him of the child he still was despite everything.
"Your words are wise," Reed finally admitted, a small smile forming on his lips. "Being old, I thought I was wise, but one always learns new things." The humility in his voice was genuine, a master cook who recognized when someone else had crafted a better recipe.
