Once the house had quieted down again, Arthur sat alone in the living room, gazing at the moon, deep in thought.
"I accept your decision," Sylvia said, approaching Arthur.
"You heard everything?" Arthur asked.
"Yes," Sylvia replied.
Arthur sighed. "If you resent me for it, it would be understandable."
"No, as you said, you are the leader of the pack; you have to consider more than just personal feelings," Sylvia replied. "And as your son, I'll always support you."
Arthur's gaze softened. He looked at his "son" standing before him—a young man who had grown so much, with a strong frame and a clear mind. Despite the bruises on his face, he radiated courage and resilience.
"Thank you," Arthur said. "I know I owe you, and it's good to know you understand. Perhaps it's time."
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