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Morro bowed in front of his father knowing that he wasn't impressed but wouldn't hurt him yet they needed to “talk first”. HIs father smile was ice cold with no actual happiness he returned the smile as unafraid as he could manage before his father slapped him. He cringed and stepped back his father stood up and walked slowly up do him as he coward.

“Sorry father.” Morro said as he stood up and bowed his head before walking away and to his room and sitting on the bed sobbing softly. He wished his mother where their to console him but she was dead like his sister boath victims to his father. He glared at the wall tears streaming down his face he rubbed them away furiously why did he have to cry now. Wasn't he trained to be a statue? He wished his mother was next to him stroking his hair and telling him everything was ok and his younger sister next to him laughing and teasing him for crying he could see them so clearly it was painful. If he wasn't busy imagining his family and was listing he would have heard the door open and close the unsheathing of a knife and the footsteps walking to him right behind him the knife raize and…