I don't. No one can stop the flow of time, not even the gods.

[It can be paused briefly, and if the goddess within him was to be believed, even looped back for a handful of moments, but time will persistently march forwards and onwards, following the current of the river it was bound to. That river may split and diverge infinitely, but never deviated from its course.]

So as you say, all things come and go, no matter our preference. [Fathers included. He frowned, his mood dipping fractionally.] What about the present?