“Power.” I finish for him and he nods his head sadly. Of course, it was for power. Everything that has been happening is for more power. But power is an illusion. Those who crave it will go after it, only to find in the end that the power they crave is hollow. Causing them to become hollow, lonely people.
With power comes fakeness. People who pretend to be your friends to try to gain the upper hand. Dog eat dog if you believe in such things.
Momma knew this, that is why we kept to ourselves, that and the fact we were being hunted down like rabid dogs. But still in the end, when I think about it. Momma could have come back here and claimed the power of the family, stepped into who she was born to be, but instead she kept running.
Running from the power and its corruption. To save us.
