"Haa we just wanted a backup at first, but your father… I misjudged my capabilities, we ended up getting a triplet." The monk's voice carried a note of resignation, as if he still couldn't quite believe it himself.
"You bastard!" Shitless stomped on the insect several more times, his movements frenzied and desperate. Tears streamed down his face, hot and bitter.
What evil had he committed to deserve this? He is a good monk, so why? Why?! The questions were rhetorical, born of pure anguish.
Crying monk seeing his crying son felt nostalgic, memories of better times washing over him. He let him vent out, understanding that his son needed this release of emotion.
Then he looked at Vritra and spoke, his tears momentarily subsiding: "We will start from tomorrow, I need some rest and want to talk with my son for a bit." His tone carried the weight of someone who had much to discuss, much to explain.
