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His eyes might go dry but he will never blink away from this moment. He was yet to recover from the injury he got in the back of his head, the cuts all over his leg and around his back still ache at every small twist and turn but seeing the twins, his twins, makes every pain he was feeling more bearable.

Colin could count the times he cried. One, was when he got his first ever heartbreak, two, the most painful yet to him, when Elinor left him, and third, was when he heard her cry herself to sleep every night.

He did not know then that one can really cry out of happiness. The fourth time he cried was right at that moment, inside the rogue's run-down cabin where he was once again staring at the curious, wide-eyed faces of his children.

The cloaked man, the rogue, and even Flynn included, stood still in one part of the small room. They stood and witnessed a long-awaited meeting of a father and his lost twins.

One of the twins, the one with a blue rugged dress took a step closer to Colin