Bowser grasped Kamek's gentle hand and they wandered down the hall, side by side. After a long, powerful silence, Kamek stopped and knelt to look the baby prince in his dark and lonely eyes.
"Bowser, your father Morton was the best king Darkland has ever had. He was as kind and loyal to his subjects as they were to him, and he cared for everyone no matter how seemingly unimportant. He was the heart of our thriving land, and everyone felt safe with him in charge." Bowser pondered over this for a moment.
"So he was a good king," Kamek nodded; this he believed most strongly. "Was he a good daddy, too?" The wizard could even hear the pain in his master's voice, the longing for his father. "For all the 12 months you two were together, he never left your side. He always played the most wonderful games with you, and took you to the market every week." Bowser smiled. Kamek smiled. "And he was always talking about how you were going to be a truly great king one day, and protect your kingdom, and that he would always be proud of what you would become."
Kamek's eyes watered and he rubbed his face in his sleeve. Recovering from his overwhelming emotions, he straightened up and looked back to Bowser, who was now smiling warmly, tears collecting in his eyes as well. "Your dad was the best in the world, and he loved you more than anything he knew." Bowser was unable to hold his newly found joy, he felt it so much that he couldn't stay still any longer. He leapt up and squeezed Kamek as hard as he could, and Kamek hugged back. All the pain in the world seemed to vanish for those few magic moments. And finally as they released, Bowser looked up and got to his feet, keeping his eyes on his friend the whole time.
Still smiling, he said: "Then I'll be a good king... For both of my papas." With those words Kamek's heart leapt, and little Bowser, still smiling, withdrew to the end of the hall. Long after the boy had left, Kamek remained on his knees, cherishing the moment passed.