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Ffamran settled on his bed in a familiar position: naked, legs wide, one knee bent, head propped up on the headboard. In his left hand he idly stroked his half-hard cock, reveling in the familiar stir of heat in his groin. 

Finally . Time to himself. He had all but sprinted from the Akademy’s aircab stop to his bedroom, flopping on his bed and making himself at home in an anxious frenzy only a young Alpha could have.

Except there was one tiny problem that made Ffamran quite different from most Alphas his age… though he’d rather die than tell anyone in the upper echelons of Archades what he’d been going through lately. The past three weeks had been unexpected hell, and as Ffamran stroked himself to a slow, comfortable arousal, he could only hope today would be different from the rest.

This time, he had something that just might help. 

With his free hand, Ffamran inspected the curious blue vial he’d brought to bed with him. It was small; no bigger than his middle finger. But Ffamran knew big things came in small packages.

“It’s good shit,” the Vulgar had said, fishing in his pockets that held far too many secrets for Ffamran’s liking. He must have truly been desperate to rely on this guy for anything as sacred as this. And he was - desperate, as it were. He’d tried everything for the last three weeks. “This’ll make you pop a knot in no time. Feels good as hell.”

“What is it?”

“Black market Omega slick from a brothel over in Rabanastre. That’s the best kinda slick there is. Young Omega shit, y’know? Dalmasca doesn’t give a damn about what age their Omegas are. As soon as they can make slick, they’re good to go.”

Ffamran wasn’t sure how he felt about potentially jerking off to the slick of, say, an eleven year old, but he pushed that thought away as he took the vial.

Hopefully Jules was right. Ffamran didn’t have many friends in which he could confide… and ever since traipsing down to the Lowers, Jules did take to him quickly. He seemed to know everything, about anything, and anyone. Being an Alpha himself, he nearly ran the gamut in Lower Archades. Every level of this damn city had its hierarchies. Even the lowest of the low. 

“How much?”

“I don’t want your money.” Jules smiled, wolfish stubble framing crooked teeth. “Tell old Jules a tale.”

Of course. Nothing was free in Archades. And for a man like Jules, information went further than any gil. Ffamran shrugged. He should’ve anticipated that.

“Suspicions arise surrounding Vayne and his now-deceased brothers. The Senate whispers of murder.”

“What of Larsa?”

“He’s kept under tight watch. Seldom does anyone catch sight of him. He can’t be more than six now. “

“So Vayne spared his baby brother… How touching. Any word on the young lordling's alignment?”

Ffamran wrinkled his nose. “I’ve not heard what’s between the six-year-old’s legs.”

“Pity.” Jules smirked. “I have my suspicions he’s an Omega. Let me know when you find out. That morsel of information will keep me fat and happy for a few years.”

“Noted,” Ffamran deadpanned, pocketing the vial. Jules chuckled.

“So Vayne murdered his brothers in cold blood… What a snake. Fitting of a Solidor. He’ll do well here.”

“Anything else?” Ffamran sighed.

“Let me know if that works for you. If it doesn’t, well,” Jules laughed, “you might just be an Omega.”

Ffamran bristled. “I certainly am not.”

“Heh. You said knot.”

“I’ve--I’ve had no trouble with this before,” Ffamran spat petulantly, frustrated at this entire ordeal. His ears went red. 

“And you didn’t think to ask old daddy if it was genetic?”

Ffamran nearly choked. He could never do that. Noble-born Alphas were held at nearly a holy standard. Frankly, Ffamran hated it. The systematic oppression, racism, sexism - it made him sick, surrounded by men who thrived off the golden ticket assigned to them as early as within the womb; while the rest of the world had to tuck their heads in and suffer their role beneath them. 

He used to think if given the choice, he’d never be an Alpha. But this wasn’t true anymore. The world was cruel and vile to anyone but Alphas - at least, here in Archades. He’d heard elsewhere it’s less of a schism and more of a border. He’d heard in Rozarria, it’s almost even ground.

But nothing was even in Archades. So he would choose Alpha, lest he assign himself a life of servitude, compliance, submission. Not entirely fit for a leading man.

Though truthfully, if Ffamran had a choice, what he would choose would be a world without any of this. Where everyone could simply exist. Where society could find its own reasons to twist and hate and suppress; not have one’s own fate assigned at birth. 

But he was in no such world. He was an Alpha. He was in Archades. And for the last three weeks, he hadn’t been able to knot. 

And that was strange, indeed. 

“You propose I ask my Father about why I suddenly can’t knot, and haven’t been able to for weeks?”

“Isn’t that what fathers are for?”

Hardly. Ffamran’s seemed far more interested in whatever insanity was bubbling in his lab than whether or not his son could pop a knot. “Not sure what you got into with your father.”

“Let’s just say I’m on these streets for a reason.” Jules patted Ffamran’s cheek, grinning all yellow and grime. “Hopefully you don’t end up the same, Ffammy.”

Ffamran uncorked the vial as he revisited the exchange with Jules earlier today, before freezing almost immediately. The scent alone was enough to slug him in the gut. By the gods. So this was what an Omega’s slick smelled like?

For a moment, Ffamran’s head went hazy. He merely held the vial up to his nose, taking in slow, deep breaths as he stroked himself. Whatever this sensation was, it was completely hypnotizing. Every fibre of his body seemed to hum with interest that only grew with each pump of his cock. It was hard to hold a single coherent thought. All he could chant in his head was Omega, mine, slick, my Omega, breed, breed . The sexist Alphas he knew from the Akademy always said Omegas were made for Alphas; Ffamran had thought them despicable. 

Now he realized they may have been onto something after all.

Ffamran moaned, content to rut into his hand gently as he took a few more whiffs of the slick. Gods, was it pungent. Cloying and sweet like mist and honey; unmistakably floral and ripe, like a fruit ready to burst under the sun. He couldn’t imagine the kind of cunt that produced such a thing, perfect and tight and hot. And it hardly mattered - he needed this perfect slick on him, and now. 

Heedlessly, he dumped the vial onto his throbbing cock. Surely this would be enough to make him knot again. It must just be some weird stunted thing he was going through (though Jules hadn’t ever heard of such a thing happening; how does your knot just disappear? He’d asked. You a fuckin’ magician or something? Talk about a shitty trick. I might have something for that.). 

He’d used lube before, but for once, Jules was right in suggesting this alternative. This was no manufactured facsimile. The way his entire body hummed to life was beyond superficial; at this point, it was pure chemistry.  His body reacted instinctively - a hot, coiling tension tinged with want. With each slow stroke of the slick on his throbbing prick, thoughts ebbed away. There was no place for them here. 

He didn’t care at this point if some kid made it. Right now, whoever it was, they belonged to him, their slick coating all over his throbbing alpha cock. 

It was like slotting a puzzle piece into its final place.

Ffamran bit his lip, seeing stars. It was unreal, how right it felt to have Omega slick on him. He stroked faster, twisting right at the base of his cockhead, until he milked out pre-cum of his own. Please work, he thought to himself. Make me cum, Omega. You’re mine, all mine. You’re made for my knot and mine alone, he chanted in his head as he dicked further into his grip. As he took in another lungful, Ffamran marveled at the subtle change in the scent, now mingled with his alpha pheromones. Chemistry at work. The aroma reconstructed itself in accordance to his own, growing heavier, spicier, until it smelled like gunpowder and summer rain. 

From there, the tension built, and Ffamran knew it well. Coiling, like a snake ready to strike. Hissing hot pleasure rattled his breath, tightened the column of his throat and stuttered his hips into his self-made Omega hole. He was close.

This was all familiar to him lately - a damnable pattern. He would stroke, and stroke, and stroke, and when he finally reached the crest, he was unable to see it through; the knot he was so used to coaxing at the base of his shaft would remain unseen and he’d be thrown into self-made purgatory. Gods. He hadn’t been able to cum for weeks.

His knot had always been a healthy thing. Ffamran had been familiar with it since he was thirteen, as all purebred Alphas should be at that age. It was a healthy thing to acquaint oneself with, and acquaint himself Ffamran did; rutting into his hand, into a pillow, and anything else he could manage to thrust into. It was frankly shameful how powerless he felt to his own Alpha desires; where other Alphas took that bestial pleasure and made it pride, Ffamran almost hated the way he thought of nothing but his knot when he was in the mood. And that was without Omega slick controlling his brain. 

Now? All he could do was sit there slack-jawed, humping into his hand. Gods. He felt close. So close. Aching and sweet, he could see the crescendo up ahead. A light at the end of the tunnel. Ffamran moaned again, and behind his closed eyelids his imagination illustrated the perfect Omega who must have made this slick for him and him alone. 

Dalmascan, Jules had said. Ffamran could imagine the sweet little cunt that made this slick just for him. He could tell just by the scent of it that it was from a boy. Not a man. A boy. And that was just fine with Ffamran. He preferred men over women, anyway. And all boys become men eventually. Something about it was so cloying, almost virginal. The thought sent another wave of pleasure through him, and his cockhead leaked. Good...that was a good sign. Gasping sharply, Ffamran pictured teasing that sweet Omega cunt with his fingers and tongue until it fell into his mouth and he could drink from it. Without thinking, Ffamran brought his other hand to his mouth to suck the remnants of it off his fingers.

Fuck. It tasted divine. Laving at his fingers, Ffamran rutted into his hand, moaning. He tried to imagine his orgasm spilling into the tight hole of his sweet little Omega. Maybe being an Alpha wasn’t so bad if he could find home in a tight, perfect cunt like that; a fountain for such heavenly slick from which he and he alone was allowed to quaff. 

He almost didn’t care that he still hadn’t come yet; so close to the edge, sweet freedom at the tips of his toes, but he was content to simply enjoy the view. 

“Well well! I thought I scented an Omega in heat, so I followed my nose. Lo and behold, you didn’t have anyone in your bed. It’s just you, Ffamran . How curious.”

Ffamran’s eyes flew open in horror. At the edge of his bed stood his father, looking all too pleased with himself as he stared back at his son. Belatedly, Ffamran realized he was clapping in a round of applause.

Ffamran choked, head still buzzing numbly. The doctor's voice sounded distant behind the throes of his lust, and for a moment, Ffamran didn't even register that his father was standing at the foot of his bed, until the scent of another alpha encroaching on his territory jerked him into painful clarity. He didn't even have time to ponder on how his father had managed to enter his locked bedroom – he was too busy falling prey to anger tinged with embarrassment. “Father?! When--get out!”

“Is that any way to talk to your Alpha?” Cid laughed haughtily. He titled his glasses down and peered at his son, eyes glittering with an unfamiliar coldness. “Just look at the pathetic sight you make, desperately wishing for a knot, leaking like a whore. I knew the suppressants I fed you were doing their job, but I didn’t think they’d make an Omega of you so quickly.”

“ What? ” Ffamran’s body felt like it was made of putty. He wanted to run, to cover himself up with the sheet, but he couldn’t. The slick made his world move in slow motion, despite panic and mortification banging down the doors of his instincts. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, unable to answer even as he took in the horrifying implications of what his father had just said. He cursed Jules: this really was the real stuff if it made him so useless he couldn’t even cover himself up as his father stared down at him. The shame felt distant - he should feel it, complete humiliation at being caught covered in Omega slick with a cock that won’t knot. But all he could do was ask again, incredulously, “What did you just say?”

Cid just shook his head ruefully. Sliding his glasses off from his nose, he casually polished them with a cloth. Without the glare of glass over his eyes, Ffamran could not mistake the bead of sweat forming at his father’s brow, the glint of cold iron in his eyes, like a gun loaded and cocked.  He was still fully donned in his usual garb, all brocade and gold trim. The only thing that was strikingly out of the ordinary was the obvious bulge displaying proudly against his tight black trousers. Even this would not have been so out of place on an Alpha, had it not grown from a father looking at his son.

“I daresay you may be a missing link after all. Imagine the headlines: Alpha-born son turned Omega in just a matter of weeks, thanks to suppressants of such caliber patented by the one and only Doctor Cid.”

Ffamran’s eyes widened in shock, his mouth moving before he could even fully process the words. “What in the gods’ names have you done?”

“Oh, it barely took much of an effort on my end. All I needed to do was make the suppressants tasteless and tailored to a proper dose.”

“I never took suppressants.”

“Oh, but you did.”  Cid ran a hand down to the buttons of his slacks, where he palmed at the erection there fondly. “I must thank the Help for such consistency in slipping them into your food each night. And you, my Omega, for eating every bite.”

“You’re blinding mad. I’m not an Omega,” Ffamran bit back, panic finally settling in. It was deep, buried Alpha pride that made him bristle at the accusation. He felt sick.

“Then how do you explain the loss of your knot? And being covered in slick, moaning and writhing like a little whore?”

“None of this was my own doing! Use your head - I purchased this slick! I didn’t produce it.” he spat, but his body still wouldn’t react with the same vitriol. By the gods, he couldn’t even will his hand away from his cock. Cid laughed. 

“Not from where I’m standing. Your body reacted just right to everything.” Cid removed his gloves one, keeping his eyes locked on his son. “Look at you; a vision of your mother right now. Flushed and sweating in exertion, coated in sweet Omega slick. Even your scent - what’s that I smell? Honey, ripe fruit, sweetwater? This suits you far better, I think. Primed and ready for my knot.”

This couldn’t be happening. Ffamran almost laughed . “Your knot? You must’ve really lost it old man. I don’t have a--”

“Oh, you’re a gas, Ffamran. Don’t you see?” Cid unzipped the front of his trousers, letting his throbbing Alpha cock free. It sat heavy in Cid’s hands, proud and hard. “With your mother gone, I’d spent long sleepless nights thinking how to replace her. But I didn’t want another wife. I wanted an Omega. So I made one - you’re a missing link, Ffamran. A freakish anomaly of Alpha and Omega. And I’m going to breed you.”

Before Ffamran could react, his father climbed over the base of the bed. In one swift motion, and with surprising strength, Cid hoisted Ffamran’s legs up to his shoulders and pinned him down.

“Let go of me!” Ffamran roared. His nerves were on fire but his limbs refused to react, paraylzed by the slick. He saw red when he screamed, “Release me, now!”

But Cid didn’t seem to be listening. He looked down at Ffamran’s body, humming thoughtfully. “You poor thing. Robbed of your knot. Of your very right of an Alpha. How sad. But worry not. I’ll make sure you’re still of great use.”

Curiously, Cid slid his hand down Ffamran’s abdomen, where an excess of slick collected from when he poured it heedlessly before. Mirroring Ffamran from earlier, Cid brought the slick to his lips to sample. Ffamran could only watch in horror as Cid sucked from his finger, smirking around it. “You taste like a virginal pup.”

“It’s not mine!”

“Then explain why it’s all pooling right down here?” Cid hummed curiously, tracing his finger to Ffamran’s cock. He didn’t stop there, trailing his touch down the throbbing throbbing length of his shaft, over the seam of his balls, lower--lower… 

Finally, Ffamran’s body reacted. He jerked, but under the weight of his father, numbed by the Omega slick covering him, he could do nothing. Cid’s finger traced the entrance to his ass, prodding with the inquisitive touch of a scientist and his most treasured experiment. “I’m fascinated by you, my son,” Cid whispered almost reverently, looking down between the shameful display of Ffamran’s legs. “You’ve done it; you’ve produced your own slick.”

“You know I haven’t, you sick bastard. Get away from me,” he hissed. But Cid didn’t appear to have heard him at all. Instead, his head perked up, and he looked to his left, humming curiously.

“What’s that?” Cid asked to the thin air. “Oh, yes. I think this all went according to plan, Venat. If he does prove to be successful, I’ll have more heirs to my name in no time. I must thank you for this excellent idea.” 

Ffamran froze, startled. Who was he talking to…? Was he seeing things? “Venat?” Ffamran repeated. 

A freezing cold gust of wind blew over him as he spoke the name, despite the closed windows. Ffamran shivered. Cid smirked down at him, before his eyes trailed to Ffamran’s chest. “Would you look at that, Venat. The way his body reacted simply to your whisper. Beautiful. These unassuming breasts are such fine specimens -- they’ll grow fat and heavy to feed our pups,” he commented, before swooping down to lave at Ffamran’s nipples. He could do nothing but stare at the ceiling, ignoring the hot tears pricking at his eyes. This wasn't happening. This couldn’t be.

He loathed to beg, but if demands were not reaching him, perhaps...

“Father...please,” Ffamran implored, though he knew not for what. He could feel his father’s stubble scratching his chest. Cid shushed him against a hardened nipple, before biting it playfully. 

“Such a pretty Omega, begging for me. You slipped into the role so well, my son. Don’t worry. I’ll fill you right up.”

And there it was again, that pressure of Cid’s fingers at his asshole. Prodding, poking, sliding against his entrance. Ffamran bit his lip. “You can’t… no. I’m not an--”

“Oh, but you can, my boy! Just look at you. Don’t deny the obvious. Look at how well you’ve opened for me without even a single finger.” With horror, Ffamran felt exactly what Cid was referring to. His hole felt loose, relaxed, and...ready. Was this how Omegas took knots so well? “The very chemistry of your body is made for this, so that I may slide in whenever I please. Observe.”

It all happened so fast. That prodding finger was replaced with something blunt, hot, unyielding yet soft as flesh, until it was inside of him, pushing, filling, claiming.

Ffamran cried out. His body jerked to life, hands fisting at the sheets. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak. The column of his throat seized, and he saw red as every hot aching inch of his father’s cock violated his ass. A horrifying, deliberate slide of fire prodded the very core of him and all Ffamran could do was lay there beneath his father and be bred. 

Each inch of his father’s cock rocking inside him felt like a nightmare that would never end. And then it finally did. Seated fully inside of his son, Cid moaned. It was the most display of emotion Ffamran had seen from his father since his mother passed three years ago. Beneath the stabbing swell of cock sheathed in him, Ffamran felt his father shudder. “Sweet Omega cunt. It’s been so long. Oh, Ffamran, you feel simply divine.”

Ffamran cursed and begged and shouted as Cid began to rut into him. His body was a useless shell, paralyzed by the chemistry of the slick. Jules hadn’t warned him it would make him completely bloody useless and defenseless. Is this what it meant to be an Omega? At the mercy of an Alpha, seen only as breeding stock? It made Ffamran sick. Every thrust of his father’s cock made Ffamran want to die. 

No one should ever be made to feel this way. 

“Do you feel that, my little Omega, the swell of my knot?” Cid whispered, and Ffamran wanted to vomit because he did. This wasn’t right. His body wasn’t made for this.  “I’m close. Your Omega cunt is making me so close.”

Ffamran figured if he couldn’t move his body, he’d at least move his mouth. Last words would not be lost to begging. “Little wonder you need to fuck your own son to get any, if you’re at your limit already.” Ffamran found the will to spit back, which earned him a swift slap across the face. He blinked dumbly, seeing stars, an eye swelled shut as Cid fucked him harder.

“Quiet, insolent little brat.” Cid growled between his bared teeth. “I’ll breed you so full you won’t be able to move. And when you’re empty I’ll breed you again.” Without warning, he swooped his head down to the juncture between Ffamran’s neck and shoulder, and bit so hard that Ffamran’s throat burned when he screamed.

A kaleidoscope of pain bloomed at every end of Ffamran as he felt his father’s knot swell to fullness. Cid didn’t relent from the flesh of his neck; the pain built itself like a spiral staircase to hell. 

“Take my knot, you useless Omega, and feel what it means to accept the charity of a True Alpha.”

Cid bit down harder until Ffamran could feel himself bleed as his father’s seed filled him. The Alpha above him let out a series of foul groans, animalistic and shameless. It made him feel like a whore, a toy. He felt every hot pump of cum filling him, every pulse of his father’s enormous knot. I’m going to break, he thought in a resolved panic, I’m going to break. 

So this was what taking a knot felt like. This was what he was made to do, but was robbed the right of. And for what? To be bred by his own father?

No--He wasn’t an Omega. He wasn’t truly being bred. He couldn’t be. But gods, if this was what it meant to be an Alpha… Ffamran suddenly wanted to be nothing. Pinned to the bed beneath his father’s weight, he lost track of time. The pain was unmitigating. His father’s cum and the Omega slick stuck to the sheets, and between his legs sat the unfinished business of his own cock. Shamefully it throbbed, begging for a release he couldn’t give it. 

Cid lifted his head from where he’d briefly drifted on Ffamran’s pillow. A lazy, satisfied smile twisted at his face, and Ffamran felt sick as his father looked at him with a fondness he hadn’t seen since his mother was alive. 

“I bet you want to come, don’t you, my boy?”

Ffamran did. More than anything, Ffamran did. It had been so long. He had been trying so hard. “It’s your fault I can’t.”

“Mouthy little Omega. So quick to blame.” But he held no malice in his voice as he trailed his hand down Ffamran’s taut abdomen to his hard cock. “Perhaps you just need a father’s loving touch.”

Cid’s large hand gripped Ffamran’s cock, and he stroked long and slow. “You could never be an Alpha. But being an Omega doesn’t mean you can’t finish, my boy.”

Ffamran’s body betrayed him, melting at the mercy of his father’s touch, the pulsing hot swell of his knot. He wasn’t sure what to use for comparison, but it felt enormous. He felt himself shudder from his hips down to the clench of his calves, body taut like a bowstring. Something within him felt inevitable as Cid continued to stroke him. The slick, the ache of his helplessly hard cock, his father’s hand stroking him from cockhead to balls… Ffamran let out a strangled noise as a spike of pleasure blinded him. Cid chortled. “I can feel you enjoying this, Omega. So tight - that sweet cunt all for me..”

In a sick and twisted display of irony, Cid’s hand pushed Ffamran from a new edge. Like a cannon firing on empty; a mighty bang, with nothing to show for it but smoke. For the first time in weeks, an orgasm took over him. Suddenly, he felt at home; suddenly, he could let go. Crying out, Ffamran humped helplessly into the column of Cid’s hand, though his cock had nothing to show for it but trickles of clear pre-cum. Impossible - the feeling of a climax, but no knot, no semen. He felt like a child beneath his father’s touch.

“Would you look at that!” Cid marveled, giving Ffamran’s cock a hard squeeze. “Are you cumming, my son?”

“No,” Ffamran lied, but his hips said otherwise, bucking helplessly into his father’s hand. He changed course, instead crying out, “ How ?”

Cid only laughed against the shell of his ear, low and satisfied. “Because you’re a brilliant little Omega.”

“Stop saying that,” he begged. “Enough. Get off me. Get out of me.”

As if to prove his point, Cid pulled back. His knot shifted inside Ffamran roughly, and he whimpered.

“Hush. My knot has caught in your tight cunt. We’re tied together now. Do try to make it less unpleasant for yourself by keeping quiet, boy. I’ll leave when I’m finished”

He tried to remember the last time he was anything near this close to his father; maybe as a boy, when Cid would hold him close in a hug. That was probably the last time. Ffamran wanted to retch. Instead, he closed his eyes. He could still feel his cock, hard and unrelenting, heavy against his abdomen and forgotten in the wake of a dry orgasm. How it still managed to be erect when he felt so disgusted, Ffamran would never understand. All he could do was lay there until he felt the distant pulse of Cid’s knot fade, and finally, finally, the Doctor pulled out.

Ffamran visibly cringed as he felt the cum leak out of his hole. He shuddered, body tensing and coiling away like a viper. He wanted to run - but to where? This was the only safe place he had; his room was his haven. 

“Get out,” Ffamran demanded. Cid tutted him, slapping his softened cock on his son’s thigh chidingly. 

“Is that any way to speak to your Alpha?” But he got off the bed anyway. Ffamran watched him with wide, keen eyes, like a frightened coeurl. Cid re-composed himself in crisp, refined movements; straightening his cuffs, polishing his glasses, and finally tucking his cock back in his trousers. Ffamran couldn’t help but look at the size of it, even in its softened state. It was still so large… he couldn’t believe he managed to take that. 

His whole body ached. 

“Excellent work today, Omega,” Cid said at the door. “I do look forward to seeing you carry my pups as well as your mother did. She only gave me one...but I trust you’ll yield quite the litter.”

“You’re a lunatic,” Ffamran said coldly. But again, Cid suddenly didn’t seem to be listening, looking again to his left. Instead, Cid smiled at whatever he could see next to him.

“Oh, I agree, Venat. I think he’ll make a fine omega. And with a bit more training, even a fine mother.”

“Do you hear yourself when you speak?” Ffamran raised his voice. “You can’t breed me. I’m an Alpha.”

“So you say, leaking my Alpha spunk, coated in Omega slick.” Cid laughed. “Clean yourself up. You look like a whore, Ffamran.” And with that, Cid made for the door. But not before looking one last time back towards the bed, where he smirked at his son. “Keep your nest warm until I’m back again.”

When Cid exited, he left the door ajar, and Ffamran couldn’t will himself to get up to close it, not for a long, long while.