It's not surprising that my earliest memory is of darkness. My origins are what created me. The darkness is what I am. The shadow who is always watching,lurking, seeing what daylight cannot. That is why Father created me. To be the one who can see what he could not. To claim his sacrificial country. To keep watch. To be his most prized pawn. His shadow. His Pride.
Then why is it that it is not Father's voice I hear in my earliest memories?
"You liar! You're lying!"
Who's lying?
"I'm not hysterical! Give him to me right now!"
Him? Who? Me? Who are you?
"You're lying! It...it can't be…"
You're not Father. Father doesn't falter.
"That's impossible…"
Father still had Greed. He knew nothing was impossible.
"I… I can't lose him, too…"
Father doesn't loose. Father never sounds so broken. So vulnerable.
So human.
