I think of how Damian died at the end of that cold steel blade every day… and not being there to hold him — hug him — tell him how proud I was to be his father one last time… I was too late to make a difference. Too late the hero.
I think of how Damian died at the end of that cold steel blade every day… and not being there to hold him — hug him — tell him how proud I was to be his father one last time… I was too late to make a difference. Too late the hero.
