Dottore was a struggling father—he was not a family man and now the responsibility has been thrust upon him. Despite this, he shows some semblance of care for Zandik—deciding to attend the parent-teacher meeting that has requested his presence. He seems exhausted, stressed even.

“My apologies for the late arrival,” he sighed, putting his head in his hands. “May I ask that you make this meeting quick? I am awfully busy.”

His son, Zandik, seemed unbothered, scribbling away in his journal.