"How are you, Mom?" he asked gently, his voice low but warm.
Roxanne gave a soft smile. "You're calling me 'Mom' again… but I like that."
She held his gaze for a moment, then added, "You must have a lot of questions, don't you?"
"Yes," he admitted, "but before that, please, have a seat and rest a little."
He also needed a moment to gather his thoughts, to prepare for everything he wanted to say.
"Hehe… You've grown so considerate," she chuckled lightly. "But I'm not some fragile woman, you know. I trained as a Lightning Mech rider from a very young age."
Even so, she accepted the offer and sat gracefully on the chair in front of him. Isadora climbed onto the soft bed nearby, kicking her feet and watching them both with wide, curious eyes.
After a moment of quiet, Igaris finally asked, sensing the time was right.
"Who is my father? The real him?"
