The kid didn't understand the words, but something in the tone made him react anyway. He wiped his uncontrollable tears with the back of his hands, still trembling as he looked up at the figure standing over him, his small body caught between fear and something else he couldn't name.
Razeal didn't look at him for long. His gaze shifted to the man lying on the ground. "Filling him with hate might give him a reason to live," he said calmly, "But beleive me that life won't be worth living." His voice wasn't harsh, just matter of fact, as if stating something obvious.
The man's eyes welled up further, understanding exactly what was being said. He knew it himself. He knew what he had just placed on his son's shoulders. It hurt but he still believed it was necessary.
