Tom Sr. gave his son a look. It wasn't quite soft but it was clearly apologetic, his voice quiet. "I'm not sorry the hag died. I am, however much good it will do now, sorry I was never able to find you." The man's face hardened again and his tone became accusatory. "Though it seems you were bound to turn out quite like her, with the... magic, she called it. The witchcraft and the tendency to disregard other's lives as dispensable for whatever your will be."