It wasn't real. He knows that. It still hurts to hear. Because even if the vision was terrifying, hearing his father's voice would've meant that maybe he could have--

No. He stops those thoughts, forces himself to take a breath, shutting his eyes for a moment before opening them, meeting and holding Riza's gaze. "I'm fine now. Sorry..." What a mess. And even now he can hear the echo of that familiar voice.

"I guess the fever must be getting worse."