Norman Osborn had a tendency to be let down. His son had let him down and more importantly he had let himself down. He couldn't say anything about it though; the Green Goblin would surely kill him. It was an internal struggle he faced. Usually the Goblin won. But when he heard his son died it still hurt. It hurt like a knife stabbing him in the heart, because despite the let down his son was he was still and son and Norman had loved Harry.
So he sat facing a mirror, tears glittering on his cheeks. "Oh Harry, Harry, Harry." He moaned. The mirror shifted, his reflection morphing into that of the Green Goblin's. "Poor Harry?" The Goblin chuckled. "Harry was weak and in this world only the strong survive." Norman shook his head defiantly. "Harry was not weak, he was lost. So lost." The Goblin frowned. "Lost because you didn't guide him Normie, you led him astray. You and that Peter Parker." Norman stopped crying.
"Parker?" He asked as rage boiled in him. Suddenly everything seemed better. "What happened to Harry wasn't my fault it was Parker! Parker abandoned him for his Spider-man life and, and it was all his fault!" Norman cooed with insanity. The Goblin chuckled. "Yes, yes. So we kill Peter Parker." Norman's head snapped up.
"No, no more death Goblin." He didn't want to admit it but Peter had once been like a son to him. "I can't hurt Peter." The Goblin smirked. "I don't want us to hurt Peter physically, I have a better idea. How about we hit him where it hurts the most?" A familiar glint of madness glowed in Norman's eyes.
"So what do you say?"