[Yeah, he'd been thinking along similar lines the moment Rita had said the Fourth God had been born with the power. Not that he really has much experience with magic, but it'd be strange for the powers that had always been there to suddenly go out of control when the kid's twelve, wouldn't it? Or maybe it had been there dormant, but something must've triggered it, right?

Crow swears, the hand not holding on to papers balling into a fist.]

If that's true... It'd neatly explain why he covered up information around his son. [Crow shakes his head.] If he wasn't missing, I'd punch him myself. Who does that to a kid? To their own son?

[Crow's tail lashes furiously behind him before he runs a hand through his hair, trying to calm down without resorting to his usual method of punching something really hard; he gets the feeling Rita wouldn't appreciate it.]

So why isn't the guy here any more? You make it sound like you know where he is. He's not dead, is he? At least, not the way people are normally dead.

[That, at least, he has experience in.]