Norman deemed life unfair from the moment he got to know the truth about this world.

He was stripped of his friends, of his family, of himself.

The boy got to experience things no kid his age should have, but many did, more than he liked to think about. Every kid suffered in this world, maybe in different ways, but every single one that got to know the truth or that didn't, they ended up suffering, one way or another.

It was cruel. Kids shouldn't go through that, kids shouldn't live a fake, happy life until the moment they die.

Fate gave him both an opportunity and a conviction at the same time; as already said, he was stripped of his entire family, of his friends and of himself.

Ray, Emma... He spent years missing them, dreaming about them, wishing he could see them again soon. Those dreams were his only refuge in that place, the only reason that motivated him to escape.

Maybe he would've given up years ago if the thought of finding his family wasn't there at all; if there wasn't any family.

But there was and they made him keep going, keep enduring the needles and obsessive tests, the injections, the punishments and the being treated like an object.

Norman endured all his suffering for them, and later for all the other kids that he now wished to save.

The boy organized a plan to escape Lambda and it worked as he thought it would, when it happened he took with him five kids he found inside the facility: Zazie, Barbara, Vincent and Cislo.

They ended up becoming his most trusted confidents and followers at the moment, always following him and looking at him as if he was a god.

The thought was sour and amusing at the same time, he remembers when escaping Lamba, Barbara asked him if he was god.

Norman didn't think of himself as one, but he didn't deny it when people called him that.

He was the only source of hope the kids had, he burned down entire farms and human exploiting facilities from scratch, he rescued farm kids and gave them a wide, gigantic base with clean clothes, food, bathrooms and everything they needed.

The boy understood that was the closest thing the kids associated to a god, and he allowed them to think of him as one.

In fact, he got so used to being listened to that whenever he was met with some kind of defiance or problems against his ideas it was a shock.

It seems that Emma was the one in charge of making that happen and Ray, all against his expectations, followed her in her childish pacifist ideals.

They were his reality shock and the source of his inner dilemma right now, after reuniting with them after, what, four,five years they thought he was dead, they decided to leave towards the only source that gave them hope: the seventh walls.

Remake the promise, Emma told him. It seems she still didn't get that the world isn't one made of fairy tales, as much as it pained her. It was a cold, harsh one that had no regard for even the youngest of humans.

It was a constant fight for survival and the strongest won.

If there wasn't any stronger being above humans, they won. That being rephrased- if there weren't any demons in the world, they won and Norman would be the one that exterminated them all.

That was the announcement that made their morale clash, and as much as he loved Emma, he wouldn't wait for her to return from the seventh wall to cancel his plan of erradicating demons and make him change his mind.

His plan started now.

Emma and Ray left a while ago, he was inside his office with a cup of tea as usual, the boy was reading some letters from some associates he had

"I hope you'll be able to see the reality of the world, Emma." But his mind was in another place right now, thinking about his best friends he just got to see after four years.

Would they be safe?

He shook his head and clasped his hands together, resting his forehead against them.

In any case, Emma wouldn't change her opinion no matter how much he tried: that was who she was.