"Thank you Selene," Lucas said, truly grateful. He touched the cross, holding it tenderly in his hand before clasping it back onto his neck. "I have to say Selene, you did so much for me now and yet you still haven't told me what you tasked me to do for return of the information like we agreed earlier."<br/><br/>He smiled at the woman. Genuinely touched by all her attempts to help him out and all the effort she was putting into it. This was what Father Frollo must have had in mind when he spoke of '<em>Les mains travaillent ensemble</em>'. People doing things for others simply because the person needs help and you are there to help them.<br/><br/>At that instant, Lucas wondered what he could do to show his gratitude. There was no way on earth that mere words could explain his happiness and joy that he could finally smite Caroline for Father Frollo's murder and stop her insanity before it was too late.<br/><br/>"I want to help you, in return for helping me track down Father Frollo's murderer and everything else you have done today," Lucas said to her. "Please, what do you need me to do? I wish to help you in thanks of doing so much for a stranger like myself. What do you need me to do for you?"<br/><br/><em><strong>14 years ago, in the Vatican School for Pious Pages</strong></em><br/><br/><em>"Another story papa!" Lucas, 10-years-old, was begging for another story from his 'father', Frollo Mason. He was tucked in his bed now, the candlelight giving sufficient warmth to him as he curled under the blankets. "Please papa, another story! I promise I will go to bed after this one last story!"<br/><br/>Frollo, younger but still looking grey, chuckled as he sat back down on the wooden chair that was next to his bed. "Isn't that what you said about the last two stories, Lucas? Or are you claiming that I am getting old?"<br/><br/>"You're getting old," Lucas giggled, squealing in surprise when his papa jumped on the bed, pretending to roar as the older man ticked and scratched his sides. He struggled and kicked but couldn't get away from the older's man strong grip, making him beg for mercy. "Forgive me papa! Forgive me!"<br/><br/>"Not bad for an old man, eh?" Frollo said, getting off the bed and sweeping his cassock of any stray feathers or strands. "I suppose I can indulge you in a story, Lucas. A parable." That was when Lucas noticed his papa's eyes grow sad and heavy, as if remembering terribly saf thing. "It's called... the Bird and the Egg."<br/><br/>It was about a bird that became the only parent of an egg when the mama died. The bird did not want to be a papa, so it took the egg to another nest and flew away. It was only when he was flying away did he realize that he truly wanted to be a father and so he returned to where the egg was. But the egg had hatched and the baby bird despised its' papa for leaving it. The bird was so heartbroken, it flew to another country to no longer burden the baby bird and that was it.<br/><br/>"Why did you tell me that?" Lucas asked, obviously so upset now from that sad story.<br/><br/>Papa simply kissed his forehead, his voice tight with emotion. "To learn a lesson, Lucas. You musn't leave others behind simply because you get the chance. Never, ever do that. Can you promise me that? Good. Now, good night my son."</em>