Heimr doesn't answer, because the answer shows itself soon enough. From the smoke and the fog of the forest, a little boy, not even ten, strolls forward. He has chestnut hair, green eyes and freckles, and the smuggest sneer- it looks wrong. He doesn't seem to notice Add, at least...

"Told you I'd win, "Dad". They're allllll mine, now."

The man doesn't dignify the ghost wearing his son's face with a response. In the true history, it was out of grief and defeat. Here, it's resignation... but nothing will proceed if he doesn't.

"Not entirely. I may be alone... but the children of the Grove are well beyond your reach."