It was the answer he'd been expecting, the one Pietro's mind had made up over and over, but it didn't make it any easier to hear, and he closed his eyes against the tears that threatened to fall, shaking his head as though that would change the answer.
"No...no no...nnn-" He lifted a trembling hand to cover his lips, and pass over his eyes. He couldn't breath. His head spun and he had to abruptly take a knee, looking wearily skyward once he could for himself to do so, and watching the stars whiz past.
His eyes darted back to his father, imploring and desperate. "...Please-" The word hung in the air. There was nothing his father could do, he knew that, but he so wanted it not to be true.