"Damian, I'm sorry..."

"No! Don't say that! Don't you dare say that! I'm coming!" Damian yelled into his phone, tears were already forming in his eyes.

A hoarse chuckle sounded from the receiver, "It's not use, Dami... I won't make it"

A tear slid down Damian's cheek as he pressed forward, "I'll find you... I promise...!" He choked out.

"Dami? Please do something for-mnh- for me?" Jon begged.

Damian paused, "What is it?" He asked, afraid of what the answer might be.

"Please... Please don't hate yourself when this is over... Please keep on living... For me..." Jon pleaded, his voice breaking with every other word.

Damian was full on crying now. He sniffled and laughed bitterly into the phone, "You'll... You'll live..."

"No I won't...." There was a wheeze and a pained cough, "Just know... That I'll always... Always love you..."

The phone when dead. Damian burst into a fresh set of tears and fell to his knees. He was screaming and crying into the phone, begging for Jon to come back.

"Please! Please come back!!!" Damian screamed before his sons were reduced to empty sniffles, "Don't leave me alone..."