"Can you leave me alone, mother," he begged. He seemed like a madman if anyone could see him talking to himself. It's just that he was the only one who could see her.
His mother did not listen; instead, she stood up, stepping closer to where he was standing. "Don't let your father do it, Son. Let the past go, don't bring it back. You are not like him—”
"You are the wrong mother. I am him, no matter how you believe yourself, that I am not. I am him! His blood on me. I am his son!” he roared, teeth clenching. His mother stopped next to the table and glanced at the book.
“Are you going to let her go? Sacrifice her for the end? Kyder, my dear son. You are not like these people. How many times have I told you it's wrong? This time it will be the doom of this world," his mother's calming voic
