[ He brightens, slightly and briefly, because from everything he’s heard about the Darkling, he’s on board with anything that makes things easier for her. ]

That’s good, isn’t it? They really can do all the things they say.

[ It’s an excuse not to answer, for a moment. Then he considers it, and his head rolls to one side. His smile fades away. ]

My father. They brought him to life again, and they’re holding him now. I didn’t think it was possible. But it’s true.