[As Jaime arrives, Alberto rests both hands on the top of his cane and rises, slowly.
In a moment, everything has changed. His son is here. The war is no longer an issue; he would fight a thousand wars if only to know his boy was safe. Because even in his infinite faith in Jaime, and in the man-- the hero-- that he is becoming, anything can happen. He's lost too many friends to believe otherwise.
And he's seen Jaime's face. His hair is different. His eyes are more tired. Those are not the eyes of the boy he had left behind. They're the mirror image of his own, seeing a confused Jaime tumbling through his own bedroom window in the dead of night after a year of searching and waiting.]
Mi hijo. [He steps forward and raises a hand to rest on Jaime's cheek.] How long has it been?
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In a moment, everything has changed. His son is here. The war is no longer an issue; he would fight a thousand wars if only to know his boy was safe. Because even in his infinite faith in Jaime, and in the man-- the hero-- that he is becoming, anything can happen. He's lost too many friends to believe otherwise.
And he's seen Jaime's face. His hair is different. His eyes are more tired. Those are not the eyes of the boy he had left behind. They're the mirror image of his own, seeing a confused Jaime tumbling through his own bedroom window in the dead of night after a year of searching and waiting.]
Mi hijo. [He steps forward and raises a hand to rest on Jaime's cheek.] How long has it been?