~I never understood why father had changed so much. I couldn't help but to blame myself for my parents~

Genie looked over her father's sleeping body. He looked the same, but armor glowed around him. She didn't mind the armor. It was the only thing that was keeping him alive so she couldn't help but to praise it. His image would appear, but it was just his spirit. The armor was giving him power, power that he could easily use to become a physical being. She didn't pray for it though. She did not want to see him like that. She wanted to remember the way he was in that room. She had spent many years already. The boys had left and came back as adults. She felt strange.