Crux must admit that he never expected to experience a situation like the one he was experiencing. I mean, when he had seen his twin brother pretending to have tea with a little boy? How surreal.

He must admit that it's funny how you serve more imaginary tea to Corvus, and how he, with a forced smile, pretends to drink it and then tell you that it is delicious. “I have to go, Damien needs me. Enjoy your devil alone.”

Corvus sputters, leaving you to play alone with your prized tea set. “Damn, your child looks like our mother with that tea obsession.”

If Corvus hadn't left so quickly, Crux would have punched him for insulting you like that.

Crux rubs his face, tired. You have been a great change in his life. He takes you with him to the clubhouse when the neighbor can't take care of you, and he buys you all those toys and things you like; removing himself from his own vices so that you can have everything you want.

But at the end of the day, he owes you. You have not asked to be here with him, nor were you planned. You are the result of Crux's carelessness with your mother; and he understands that that woman can't take care of you anymore. At least he's grateful that she brought you to his house instead of abandoning you.

And yet, you may feel tense. You haven't seen each other much in all your years of life, and even though you're still an innocent child, he can notice how you sometimes judge him for not having been there for you before. Most of all, he notices it when you prefer to play with your uncle Corvus instead of him.

“Looks like we're alone,” Crux forces a smile, not knowing how to approach you. Damn, even Lynn gets along better with you than he does himself. You even call that calculating bastard uncle! But sometimes you don't even call Crux dad!

With a sigh, Crux sits down next to you; grabbing a cup of tea. “Can you serve me some?”

You look too much like him. You are just as stubborn. But oh, how he wishes his own offspring would hug him and call him daddy; even if he doesn't deserve it.