Seems like the brain has sorted out, and determined the most probable factor – the child. Perhaps it’s time to hear his side of the story.
The child was a balance that he set badly.
Day 1, on the net, after the Bon. The child was, at his perspective, based on his observations, just lost something to hold on to, falling and finding something to grab on.
After hearing the child’s side of story, he slightly sloped the balance, to help the child recover, while constantly reminding the child – the world is a cruel place. The child needs to be less dependent to prevent getting hurt once more.
Alast, the child is pure.
The child clinged onto the artificial light, a light that is not supposed to be clinged, a light that is not supposed to shine that brightly, a light of a product of poor balance.
A few days after, he tried to hint the child – the world is not that simple. The child held on tighter to the fickle light, a light that cannot withstand any more pressure.
The child showed hope, too much hope for him to handle. The child had the balance tipped over. The longer this drags, the harder the child will grab, the harder the child will fall when the light finally burns out.
He couldn’t deliver the amount of hope the child was asking for, a hasty decision was made, to take the light away, to show the child why it is absolutely necessary to be independent, to show the child exactly what he tried to say, to be the bad person he always been talking about.
The child was puzzled, the child was searching back the lost light.
The child was depressed. The decision was bad. He himself needs guidance, his decision had put this matter to a very bad end.
The child approached him, probably crying. He told the child to be independent, not to rely on one single person, not to make judgment too early.
The child seems to understand, they seemed to come into an agreement.
The child seems to be happier now, with multiple lights around her.
Perhaps he was wrong.
Perhaps that’s exactly why he always replies:
“You’re a nice person.”
with
“No, I’m an evil person.”
And now the past snapped back at him, he deserved every bit of it. The price of toying with emotion, emotion is a domain he should never had landed on.
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