Dom thought for a moment, and nodded.

"Ah, yes." he said.

"That name sounds familiar." he told her.

"Works with swords and such." he went on.

"Never seen them, but the name IS familiar." he continued.

"...why?" he then asked, raising an eyebrow.

"They one in the same?"

Dom just smiled.

"I'd like that." he said.

"And we WILL live to that point." he told her.

"I promise." he vowed.

"I let you both down once, I won't do it again." he said further.

"I WILL make sure these bastards don't get their way."

"Oh, excellent." Dom replied.

"It's authentic, and tasty, and it fills up my body and soul." he told her.

"Seriously, it's what I needed." he continued.

"...." he was then silent, and sighed quietly.

"It's almost surreal..." he said.

"Seeing you again like this." he told her, looking right into her eyes and smiling softly.

"....I'd like to meet the boy." Dom said.

"I'm not sure if he'd even give me the time of day, though." he then admitted.

"But I would like to tell you both what happened back then." he said further. "It'd be nice for you both to hear it at the same time." he reasoned.

"Again... not sure he'd even listen to me, though." he sighed further.

"But still... at least you're both alive and well."

"....McCormick?" Dom asked in response.

"Wait... McCormick." he repeated.

"I... well, that's not a name you hear very often." he went on, before pausing and thinking for another moment.

"...hold on." he then said, as it came to him.

"Desiree McCormick." he repeated.

"As in... Marcus' daughter?" he asked her.

"...........you didn't." Dom muttered.

"Well... I guess that makes sense." he said further.

"...wait..." he mumbled.

"He doesn't know?" he asked.

Sydney nodded in response.

"...did the talent not pass on?" he then asked further.

Dom just leaned forward, burying his face in his hands.

"Uuuuuugh..." he groaned.

"Oh, greeeeeeat." he said quietly, shaking his head slightly.

"That... complicates things." he admitted.

"...wait... so the talent DID pass on... but he never asked about it, or questioned it?" he asked.

"Didn't he find his ability strange?"

Dom just groaned again, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Well... let me ask this." he said.

"Has he moved on past his 'self-loathing and thinking he's a wretch' phase?" he asked.

"If so, it might be time for him to finally meet me, and learn about what he can do." he told her.

"...given that he's with Marcus' daughter, it's clear he doesn't have an issue with those born with the traits, even if they ARE from a Hunter." he reasoned.

"Maybe he'll be able to finally stomach the truth?" he reasoned with another sigh and a small shrug.

"I promised I would tell you." Dom replied.

"And I will." he said.

"But if he shows up here, it might be better for the two of you to hear it at the same time." he reasoned.

"If he doesn't, then I'll just tell you." he reasoned.

"And I'm glad that he's found someone in his life." he then said. "Especially one that helped him be comfortable with what he is and who he is." he went on.

"...well... what he knows, anyway." he then added quietly.

"I'd like to meet HER as well, admittedly, but I should meet my son first." he went on with a small nod.

"Regardless, thank you." he said. "Thank you for taking me in and listening to what I had to say, Sydney." he thanked her sincerely.

Sydney could tell that Dom felt like shit about leaving without a reason, seemingly, and while she could also tell that he wanted to bear his soul out right now, she could ALSO see that he was about ready to pass out.

After he'd finished eating, of course.

That didn't take very long, and once everything had been consumed, she could see that it was taking everything he had to not pass out on the spot.

"...wow." he mumbled.

"Yeah. You were right when you said I need to get some sleep." he said.

"I feel ready to just keel over right here and now."