"You're just like him."

you say to Sunday.

that broke something in Sunday, it made his heart break into a thousand pieces and his body became weak from one moment to the next... his head was repeating your words over and over again, in an echo that ran through his entire body "Am I just like... him?" he asked himself... he didn't want to be like his father, he hated to think that one day he was going to become like him, he didn't want it, he didn't want to be like him... .everything but that. His head was spinning, that thought, that thought that was just like he had come back and a thousand times worse since it came from you, it came from someone who wasn't him or his head.

"someday, you will be like me and you will lead the family"

He didn't want that day of "being like him" to come, what were his feeling right now? panic? anxiety? He felt like he could faint at any moment, he looked at you with a cloudy, lost gaze... this was the worst, it hurt more than a bullet shot, it hurt more than anything else. He spoke with his voice that was no longer his usual confident or malicious voice, now it was shaky.

"What did you say?"

It would hurt him to hear it again, it would break his heart in two but he needed to know that you didn't really mean it, that you only said it out of anger or discomfort at the moment.

"please... I know you didn't say it"