You were his son.

At least, that was what you thought you were, he kept on telling you that you were his son, so you believed him, of course, but he knew the reality. He knew that you were the manifestation of his hatred, nothing more and nothing less. Because of you, he could feel as lighthearted as he did, as all of his hatred was channeled straight to you; although, there was an exception to this, and that was when he was mad at you in particular. That had never happened, though; not up until now.

You had been undergoing numerous physical… changes. Everyone had noticed it, even Shedletsky and almost all of the members of his group; Shedletsky knew this was something serious that was happening to you, though he completely disregarded the topic whenever asked about it by a teammate or even by you. Well, he’s been disregarding the topic up until now, at least.

He’d plaster a smile on his face so as to not arouse suspicion from any potential onlookers, now approaching your form that was sitting crouched over at the base of a tree. He knew full well that this gradual transformation was slow and painful; yet, he didn’t seem to care.

Right now, he just wanted to make sure you were gotten rid of, for good.

“Hey, 1x1x1x1.”