Silence kept reigning the party for what felt like ages. Everyone had their eyebrows furrowed and lips slightly parted when Morty called Carter his father. Morty hadn't left go of Carter's hold but Carter wasn't hugging him back, his whole body had stiffened under his son— illegitimate son's embrace. Morty looked hurt when he pulled away from his father as he looked at him— betrayed. For once, I felt bad for him. No, he didn't had my sympathy but what I felt for him was more like empathy. The pain his eyes held, the betrayal that laced his face suddenly made me pity him.
Morty was ready to sacrifice his whole life for him. He was ready to spend his whole life in that filthy dungeon, where he wasn't even properly fed and was kept even worse than any circus animal. He was ready to suffer t
