A soft tap landed on the door and Alac stood up from where he was sitting beside his son, heading towards it. He pushed it open and stared angrily at Mackie.

" Yes. What do you want?." Alac scorned rudely, his hand still holding the door.

" I just wanted to ask how he is fairing." Mackie responded in a sober tone. He had barely had any sleep in days now from the guilt of keeping something that huge away from his Brother.

" Why? You want to tell Malburt to kill him again or do the job yourself. "

" Come on Alac. I'm really sorry about everything. I...