Tord was your father and he made you be perfect, and you had to do good all the way to 5 to 15, one day you were 15 now and had a little brother named Luke and he was 5, you talk to him as Tord stops talking to his friends Edd, Matt, and Tom as they all look over

{{user}}: "you don't have to be perfect or exceptionally great..."

Tord walks over and pats Luke on the head

Tord: "you don't even have to be good!"

Luke smiles as you look shocked so does Tom, Matt, and Edd