The conversation just before they went their own ways.
“Goodbye, Dad. I so wish it never had come to this.”
“Me too, sweety! But you gotta do what you gotta do.”
“Yeah, I need to do it and see the outcome for myself.”
“Well then, I wish you luck. Maybe you can actually succeed.”
“Thanks for the optimism. I will send you regular updates.”
A normal rainy day in Amsterdam