#Himalayan Escapes

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Lost & Found Royal Enfield Himalayan

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Valley of Flowers Trek 2025 – A Breathtaking Himalayan Adventure in India

Embark on an unforgettable journey to the Valley of Flowers Trek 2025, a UNESCO World Heritage Site nestled in Uttarakhand’s Garhwal Himalayas. This India Tour Package offers a mesmerizing trek through vibrant alpine meadows, cascading waterfalls, and rare Himalayan flora. Walk alongside the Pushpawati River, witness exotic blooms like Blue Poppy and Brahma Kamal, and explore the sacred Hemkund Sahib Gurudwara. Perfect for nature lovers and adventure seekers, this trek promises awe-inspiring landscapes and a soulful escape into the wild. Book now for an epic Himalayan experience!

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Where Serenity Meets Sophistication”

Welcome to Divyam Resort, the crown jewel of Barkot, where luxury seamlessly embraces the untouched beauty of Uttarakhand. Nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering pines, our resort offers a soul-soothing escape with world-class comfort. Whether you’re waking up to panoramic Himalayan views or relaxing by a crackling bonfire under starlit skies, every moment here is designed to reconnect you with nature—and yourself.

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Ultimate 4 Dham Yatra Tour Package: A Soulful Himalayan Pilgrimage

Explore the ultimate spiritual escape with our 4 Dham Yatra Tour Package. Visit the revered shrines of Chardham—Yamunotri, Gangotri, Kedarnath, and Badrinath. Enjoy seamless logistics, deluxe accommodations, and guided temple visits. This unforgettable Chardham tour ensures peace of mind and spiritual fulfillment. Reserve your place for a heavenly experience now!

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Beach or mountains? Which do you prefer? Why?

For me, the choice between beach or mountains often tilts towards the mountains. Living in two vibrant Indian cities, Mumbai and Thiruvananthapuram—both blessed with gorgeous beaches—means I have had my fair share of seaside moments. Yet, the allure of mountains feels refreshingly different, almost irresistible. Mountains possess a majestic calmness that is hard to describe. Their soothing…

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Explore the Himalayas: Unforgettable Tour Packages with Lelife Holidays

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Best Riverside Hotel in Manali | Span Resort

Discover the perfect blend of nature's beauty and luxury at Span Resort, the best riverside hotel in Manali. Nestled along the serene banks of the Beas River and surrounded by the awe-inspiring Himalayan mountains, this resort offers a magical escape from everyday life. Feel the soothing embrace of the crisp mountain air, listen to the gentle flow of the river, and unwind in spacious, elegantly designed rooms that reflect the charm of the region. With lush green landscapes, riverside dining, and exceptional service, Span Resort is where memories are made, and your heart finds peace. Read more…

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The Oriental Blue Clearwing Moth: these moths were regarded as a "lost species" for more than 130 years, until they were finally sighted again in 2013

For more than 130 years, the Oriental blue clearwing moth (Heterosphecia tawonoides) was known only from a single, badly damaged specimen that was collected in Sumatra in 1887. There were no recorded sightings of this species again until 2013, when entomologist Dr. Marta Skowron Volponi unexpectedly found the moths feeding on salt deposits that had accumulated along the riverbanks in Malaysia's lowland rainforest.

These moths were observed by researchers again in 2016 and 2017, and research indicates that the moths are actually bee-mimics, as they mimic the appearance, sound, behavior, and flight patterns of local bees. Their fuzzy, bright blue appearance might seem a little out of place for a bee-mimic, but those features do appear in several different bee species throughout Southeast Asia.

When the moths are in flight, they bear a particularly strong resemblance to the bees of the genus Thyreus (i.e. cuckoo bees, otherwise known as cloak-and-dagger bees), several of which are also bright blue, with banded markings, dark blue wings, fuzzy legs, and smooth, rounded antennae. The physical resemblance is compounded by the acoustic and behavioral mimicry that occurs when the moths are in flight.

Cloak-and-Dagger Bees: the image at the top shows an Indo-Malayan cloak-and-dagger bee (Thyreus novaehollandiae) in a sleeping position, holding itself upright with its mandibles clamped onto a twig, while the image at the bottom shows a Himalayan cloak-and-dagger bee (T. himalayensis) resting in the same position

The moths also engage in "mud-puddling" among the various bees that congregate along the riverbanks; mud-puddling is the process whereby an insect (usually a bee or a butterfly) draws nutrients from the fluids found in puddles, wet sand, decaying plant matter, carrion, animal waste, sweat, tears, and/or blood. According to researchers, the Oriental blue clearwing moth was the only lepidopteran that was seen mud-puddling among the local bees.

Dr. Skowron Volponi commented on the unusual appearance and behavior of these moths:

You think about moths and you envision a grey, hairy insect that is attracted to light. But this species is dramatically different—it is beautiful, shiny blue in sunlight and it comes out during the day; and it is a master of disguise, mimicking bees on multiple levels and even hanging out with them. The Oriental blue clearwing is just two centimeters in size, but there are so many fascinating things about them and so much more we hope to learn.

This species is still incredibly vulnerable, as it faces threats like deforestation, pollution, and climate change. The president of Global Wildlife Conservation, which is an organization that seeks to rediscover "lost species," added:

After learning about this incredible rediscovery, we hope that tourists visiting Taman Negara National Park and picnicking on the riverbanks—the home of these beautiful clearwing moths—will remember to tread lightly and to take their trash out of the park with them. We also recommend that Americans learn about palm oil production, which is one of the primary causes of deforestation in Malaysia.

Sources & More Info:

Phys.org: Bee-Mimicking Clearwing Moth Buzzes Back to Life After 130 Years

Mongabay News: Moth Rediscovered in Malaysia Mimics Appearance and Behavior of Bees to Escape Predators

Journal of Tropical Conservation Science: Lost Species of Bee-Mimicking Clearwing Moth, H. tawonoides, Rediscovered in Peninsular Malaysia's Primary Rainforest

Frontiers in Zoology: Southeast Asian Clearwing Moths Buzz like their Model Bees

Royal Society Publishing: Moving like a Model - mimicry of hymenopteran flight trajectories by clearwing moths of Southeast Asian rainforests

Medium: Rediscovery in a Glint of Blue

re:wild.org: The "Search for Lost Species" Project

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Hearts of Himalayas – 2025 Chardham & Valley Escape

Let your spirit soar across the mystic highlands of Uttarakhand in this curated Chardham + Valley of Flowers 2025 tour. Begin your path with the ancient Chardham pilgrimage — each temple offering a powerful connection to nature and divinity.

After Kedarnath’s majesty and Badrinath’s peace, a fresh trail awaits: a moderate yet mesmerizing trek to the Valley of Flowers, where Himalayan meadows burst into vibrant bloom. This isn’t just a tour — it’s your passage through the heart of the mountains, mind, and soul.

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My favorite thing about Primarchs has to be that no matter in what groups you combine them, it's just pure chaos...

I have no idea how Big E planned to carrel all 18 of those idiots into giant pens rooms he built for them under Himalayan palace...

Not like Corvus wouldn't successfully escape in first hour.

Perturabo would break adjecting wall just to beat on Dorn who's been berating him (also Dorn was busy berating structural integrity of his room, because that's what Dorn does best)

Magnus already had teleported away via warp and Konrad's somewhere in the vents...

Vulkan got bored and teleported to Ferrus' room for a chat.

Fulgrim is singing his heart out, with Sanguinius joining in and Lion, in his room sandwitched between the two, is going insane.

To add:

Alpharius Omegon is not even there. There's random Alpharius locked in that room.

Moration already started to shovel out with a Primarch grade spoon.

Mournival are trying to sneak in to get Horus out. Meanwhile Horus joined sing along just to piss Lion off, because he's bored.

Angron hates everyone even more than usual.

Lorgar is reading prayers to drown out the singing.

Guilliman is reading a book in bed and discussing it over the wall with Khan.

Leman, most weirdly is just asleep snoring loudly. The chaos makes him sleepy.

As I said, pure fucking chaos.

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When I first started shoveling Jayvik fanfic into my mouth a month and a half ago, I was shocked and delighted at the avalanche buffet of top Viktor and dom Viktor content. But I've started to feel like the detective who kneels down and touches some footprints in the dirt like, "Something happened here..."

Because I can't remember the last time I saw a fanon concept become...so ubiquitous? Even in fics where Viktor bottoms, he's a power bottom/topping from the bottom. Spotting a fic with an overwhelmed sub bottom Vik in the Ao3 tag feels a bit like the moment a snow leopard graces your Himalayan trail cam.

I DO NOT mean to suggest anyone "should" write more inexperienced/bottom/sub Viktor! It's just...as someone who likely missed whatever ancient discourse might've plagued the Arcane fandom years hence, I've been through this fandom song and dance enough times to recognize the smell of...what say, capital-O Obligation.

I just want people to know they can write whatever kind of fanfic they want. That's the point of this post. I hope someone somewhere reads this and feels emboldened to let loose/goof off/get freaky/whatever.

Because I can see why people would feel Obligated to portray Viktor as a top/dom/the sexually experienced one. He's physically disabled and chronically ill. Ableism so often takes the form of paternalism and infantilization. There's this pervasive notion that disabled people don't have sex. People think we're too "pure" for sex, or assume we're "undesirable" as romantic partners/that our physical or mental disabilities would make sex impossible. With that cultural context, it's a radical act for so many people to come together and choose to portray Viktor—a disabled, terminally ill man who struggles with suicide ideation—as a sexually experienced top.

One of the hardest things about being disabled/ill is the lack of control. You can't plan for the future; you don't know whether your pain levels will be better tomorrow or demand another trip to the ER; your life is totally in the hands of overworked doctors who don't care about you. So it feels kind of like an act of reclamation to put Viktor in a dominant position. In a safe, sane, consensual arrangement, all parties have control over the situation, but with topping and/or domming comes the Role of authority/power. Making Viktor an experienced, sly top/dom gives back Viktor's autonomy and agency.

So yeah. I get why this trend is pervasive within the fandom! It's fantastically subversive. I just hope nobody feels like they HAVE to fall into this dynamic.

I remember a Tumblr post from years ago where someone described the drawbacks of a supposedly "feminist retelling" of Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty, wherein the heroin saves herself by her own strength and wits. This, I would argue, is a perfectly fine story to tell...but its lack of intersectionality betrays a shallow definition of feminism. In casting those retold fairy tales in a feminist, "empowering" light, one ignores the realities of the people who found escapism in those helpless damsels.

In a paradoxical way, when my MCAS knocked me flat on my ass for two years, I was always out of control of my life AND forced to take control all the time. All those overworked, traumatized, apathetic doctors meant I had to be my own patient advocate. I had to do my own research; figure out which treatment plans made the most sense; find doctors who took my insurance and could see me within six months; argue with Medicaid when they didn't want to pay for one of the drugs I'd been prescribed; find new and creative ways to feed myself when my body reacted like it was allergic to everything other than water and Cheerios. And god, I had to self-police myself all the time. At the doctor's office, you have to look sick enough that they believe you when you say you're hurting, but you don't want to seem TOO sick because the desperation will make the doctor diagnose you with "hysterical woman" (or they'll just assume you're fishing for drugs). At home, you want to project some amount of strength so you don't worry your loved ones or make yourself too much of a "burden." (You also don't want to have to manage other people's anxiety on top of your own.) My disability (autism) and chronic illness (MCAS) are invisible, but I imagine there's a lot of masking that goes into navigating public spaces with a visible disability/illness, too.

So...when everything's this constant battle for control—when you're forced to project strength every day regardless of your pain level—of course some people are going to find relief in stories where they're allowed to shut down. I think it's important to let disabled characters be vulnerable and overwhelmed and even dependent on someone else, because as often as disabled and chronically ill people are infantalized, so too are we expected to "overcome" our disabilities/illnesses through miracles of resilience and cunning. We're pushed to perform strength, cheer, and "normalcy" for the public, who find our disabilities "sad" and "uncomfortable." Every time someone refuses to put on a mask, or a relative tells us to simply get more exercise, or a politician rails against "wellfare queens," or a bus route gets cut or a bench gets removed or our doctors hand-wave our symptoms, our world reinforces the message that we are Too Much; that our needs are exorbitant, our very existence a drain on society. So many of us throw ourselves into self-sabotaging grasps at independence. We work ourselves far past our limits to prove we aren't a burden on society. We refuse help just to maintain that tiny sense of control over our lives.

I find it deeply comforting to read stories where ill and disabled characters are...allowed to be helpless, I guess. To break the fuck down and let someone else finally take the reigns for a while—to lift some of that burden off their shoulders. I love when ill and disabled characters trust someone enough to take off that heavy armor, revealing the pain and weakness beneath the facade they were forced to take up to survive, and are rewarded with warmth and reassurance and care.

At a certain point...is it not a little ableist in itself, to restrict a disabled, chronically ill character to one specific role? To essentially lock them out of a position where they're allowed to relinquish control and be taken care of?

In essence,

Disabled and chronically/terminally ill people are not a monolith. As I always say, what offends one person will uplift another. It's an uncomfortable reality, but there's really no such thing as perfect representation. I think part of intersectionality is being willing to accept that multiple things can be true at once, because everyone's lived reality is different. It's absolutely fine to prefer one trope over another. But if I find a fanfic offensive or uncomfortable, I can always click the back button with the knowledge that there's almost certainly someone out there who'll find that same so-called problematic content empowering. Whether fic writers prefer top Viktor, power bottom Viktor, bottom Viktor, switch Viktor, sub Viktor, dom Viktor, experienced Viktor, virgin Viktor, omega vs. alpha Viktor, and every niche in between...I just hope they go where their heart tells them and write what they want.

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Im not normal about this show so take my mediocre observations on the complicated dynamics of Gray and Carmen's (platonic) relationship

Credit to @forgetful-nots for motivating me to write about this they had a really cool post on the shocking extent Carmen and Gray had an effect on each other considering the relatively short time the two knew each other 🙏

Anyways

The two both have distinct identities that are really significant when referring to one another

Carmen has Carmen Sandiego and Black Sheep

Gray has Graham, Gray, and Crackle

And while yes I hear you saying "they're literally the same person"

And you'd be correct

But that is exactly why the fact that they've been isolated within the show is so important

I think it's most easily able to be observed when Carmen refers to Gray so we'll start with her

Carmen's Side

Carmen almost exclusively refers to Gray as Gray throughout the duration of the show, regardless of what he himself is choosing to be called (Crackle when an operative ("We gonna rock this thing, Gray?" "It's Crackle now, remember?") and Graham after the Mind Wiper)

It's a running gag when his memory is wiped because he's going by Graham and she just can't get his name right

But it's for a reason

Carmen is holding on to that past, longing for someone who once was as opposed to who he had become

And it's not just while he's Graham

When he's going by Crackle it's the same thing

On the train to Paris:

"I thought I knew you like the big brother I never had **Gray**"

There's a sense of betrayal there, like when he embraced Crackle as an identity there was a shift in how she viewed him

And yet she never accepts it because she never let's go of that past between them

But the thing is, Gray and Crackle were never two different people

Merely ones Carmen had crafted in her mind so she wouldn't have to accept who she saw as the "new" him as someone who had been there all along

"Gray, we have to move"

"The name is-"

"-Graham, I know, I know"

"No.. it's Crackle"

Carmen tells him that he's not that guy (in reference to Crackle) anymore, no matter what he's been told.

Gray says that he "[is] that guy, [he's] always been that guy"

He's never been anything other than who Crackle is. Gray and Crackle are the same guy, they always had been, there wasn't just some change within him that caused him to commit the acts he did

It was always in him

And Carmen didn't want to see it

Because she saw Graham and saw who she wished Gray always was

And she never gives up hope that he can still be the person she saw him as

Who she looked up too

Gray is the one who doesn't think he's capable of it

He's accepted who he is

And I dont think he knows how to escape that cycle

Its not until the very end that he breaks free of that, and very fittingly it's for Carmen

Proving her right in a sense

There were always the parts of Graham Carmen admired in Gray the whole time

But when he's finally reached that point he doesn't think he deserves to be in her life

After all she didnt need him "complicating her life"

WHICH IS SUCH A GUT WRENCHING PARALLEL TO WHAT SHE SAYS IN THE OPERA OUTBACK CAPER OMFG

Anyways

That's Carmen's side and development

BUT GRAY ACTUALLY DOES THE SAME THING TO HER TOO

Gray's Side

Gray wields the name Carmen Sandiego like a title

Also seen on the train to Paris:

"Its time we tied up loose ends"

"You were the only loose end, until five seconds ago, when I captured the elusive Carmen Sandiego"

Carmen to Carmen is her identity, it's who she is and has chosen to be

To Gray it's merely a symbol of her allegience

Much like the name Crackle is

When hes referring to the her he knew back at the Academy he uses Black Sheep

"We miss you Black Sheep, VILE wants a truce"

That is who he references when he wants to talk to her as a person, when he doesnt want to engage with Carmen Sandiego, superthief and VILE's public enemy #1

You can see it again as well in the Himalayan Rescue Caper (it has so many good lines bro)

"No.. it's Crackle"

"I assume you prefer I continue to call you Carmen?"

Again there's that split in identities

To him, Carmen isn't who she is, it's something she's assumed as an act of rebellion

Both Carmen and Gray are unwilling to truly recognize each other as anything other than who they wish the other was or could have been

Carmen wants Gray

Gray wants Black Sheep

And recurringly neither can live up to those expectations

The thing is, Gray did get his wish though

He got Black Sheep, the VILE operative

And yet

He didnt like it

It was wrong, twisted

Yes it was "fun while it lasted"

But whe wasn't in control

This wasn't her choice

Carmen was her choice and that's when his shift begins

Not only in his allegiences and priorities

But in the way he thought about Carmen and Black Sheep

He stops hesitating when referring to Carmen as Carmen

He sees all of her

Who she is

Who she'd chosen to be

And then she's simply Carmen

Though he never gives her the ability to do the same

He gives her back her ability to choose for herself then revokes it all over again

He chooses to make her let him go

Hes finally in a place where she could accept him as Gray and nothing more

Yet he chooses to leave

Because he will never be good enough for Carmen

A soft of self-fufilling prophecy that the two of them created inexplicably for each other

Anyways

That's it ☺️

I might look at the themes of free will in the show later

Especially in relation to Gray

I had a really interesting discussion recently about his morality and the extent of the choices he makes being of his own volition or through manipulation and I'll love to fully elaborate on that

But that could be an entirely different discussion so who know 🙌

Hope this made sense though I wrote this at like midnight so

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You Can Cry If You Want To-

Bruce Wayne was just on his way to bed when he paused in the hallway. He hadn't checked on anyones bedroom since steph and tim had moved out, and damian didn't seem the type to sleep heavy and feel secure if his father poked his head in the door at midnight. But Bruce missed watching his children sleep, missed watching as their chest rose and fell, missed seeing all the tension leave their bodies as they relaxed. Got to be children. Young. For the night. So quietly, in a way only a man trained by ninjas in the himalayans can move, bruce snuck over to his youngest sons bedroom, and gently pushed open the door. He frowned when the light fell onto an empty bed, his heart starting to race. He had checked all the cameras, he had raised dick grayson and jason todd, there was no way to escape the Manor without Bruce knowing and letting it happen. And no one could come in either. Cautiously, he stepped a bit further in, looking around. Maybe for signs of a struggle, or a packed bag or anything. But he found nothing. Bruces frown deepened and he walked in further, scanning. That was when he heard the sniffling. Bruce tensed, but realized it was… the sound of crying? He turned slowly, and spotted the closet door cracked open slightly, a small light, probably from a flashlight, shining through the slats in the door. So bruce crouched down and crept forward slowly, opening the door further. “Damian?” he whispered. The crying cut off. “F-father?” Damian's shaky voice floated out to him from behind a few racks of clothes and he let out a sigh of relief. “Hey dami. You alright Prince?” Bruce pushed aside the hangers and peered down at his youngest, huddled in the corner, alfred the cat curled up next to him, his knees up to his chest and tears streaked across his cheeks. “Oh baby.” Bruce reached out a hand, slowly, so that damian wouldn't tense, and gently wiped his tears away. “Whats wrong?” he asked. Damian blinked, and the confusion at the kindness, the simple act of fatherly behavior, made bruce want to snap Talia Al Ghul's neck. But he kept the anger off his face, instead crawling deeper into the clothes and pulling damian onto his lap. He carded his fingers through the soft brown curls and damian cuddled closer, digging his hands into bruces chest. “What happened?” Bruce asked softly, reaching out a hand to rub alfreds chin when the cat let out a put out meow. “I-I had a bad dream.” Damian answered quietly and the doubt and fear in his voice made bruce see red. But he pushed it away, focusing instead on the small, scared little boy in his arms. His heart squeezed. How many times had he been in this position before? How many times had he held dick, held jason, tim, cass, steph, and even babs when the things they had seen had been too much or memories of their past flooded their senses. And in that moment Bruce hated his sons mother. Hated the League of Assassins. He had kept damian’s conceiving quiet, not revealing anything to alfred as to how the child had actually come to be, for he knew that if the butler got even a whiff of it, or the exact details of what life had been like for damian there, he would tear the place apart to get to those who had hurt him. But in that moment, as he held his son who had been kept from him for so many years, had been hurt and trained to be a weapon, had been beaten for showing emotions so much so to the point where showing any here, in a place he was safe, when he had a nightmare and wanted comfort(if the vice grip he had on bruce was any indication) had scarred him so severely, bruce didn't know if he wanted to keep the secret any longer. Or hold alfred back when he did. 

But Bruce shoved all his emotions, his feelings of rage aside, in favor of calming the little boy in his arms. “Thats okay baby. Sometimes i have nightmares too.” He kissed damian’s head. “You wanna talk about it?” Damian shook his head, but he cuddled closer. “Alright.” Bruce said softly, wrapping his arms tighter around the boy. “Grandfather said we’re not to cry.” Damian whispered pitifully. Bruce felt a growl build up in his throat, but he swallowed it down, rubbing damian’s back soothingly. “That is because Ras Al Ghul is incapable of human emotion.” he kissed damian’s head. “You are ten. You can cry if you want to.” Damian didn't answer, but bruce felt his shirt grow wet. He didn't move, just held the boy closer. “You wanna sleep with me tonight?” He asked quietly. Damian hiccuped, nodding. “Y-yes. Yes please.” “okay.” Bruce stood and damian moved to get back on the ground, but bruce just held him, cradling him as he walked to his own room, alfred the cat trailing behind him. Damian sniffed, wiping his nose as bruce pushed open the door to his bedroom and walked to the bed. “Wait here okay? Ill be right back.” he promised. Damian nodded, hugging alfred close to his chest when the cat leapt onto the bed. Bruce hurried to get changed, slipping into his bed clothes before half running back out. Damian was seated in the same spot as before, alfred in his lap. Bruce smiled softly, coming over and slipping under the covers. “Come here.” he bade his son softly. Damian crawled over to him, snuggling underneath his arm. Bruce kissed his head and wrapped the blanket around them, pulling alfred in as well for damian to cuddle. Damian's eyes drooped and bruce smiled, opening his mouth to sing. He had used to sing goodnight lullabies all the time when dick and jason had been younger, but had stopped after a while. Damian let out a yawn, and his eyes slid shut. Bruce smiled, finishing the song and switched off the light. Damian rolled in his arms, snuggling closer.  “I love you baba.” he murmured, drowsily, before wrapping his arms around alfred and passing out. Bruce wiped at his eyes and kissed his sons head again. “I love you too Princeling.” He whispered. Neither noticed the flash of the camera, or the butler, watching from the hall with a smile. 

based on this little short but changed slightly because, come on, gotta give bruce some good dad points. he would so stand by his kids if they cried. he might not understand the emotion because hes been through too much, but he would let them cry