Truth

Dyon's gaze shifted from the little boy to Giralda. Of course, it hadn't been Percival who screamed. To that bastard who put pride over everything, he might have really allowed Dyon to do it if it meant he could save face.

His hand paused in the air. Still, the little boy hadn't reacted.

"Why?" Dyon asked again. "For as long as this little boy lives, he'll be nothing but a reminder to you. Maybe now it's easy for you to forgive him because he's young, but what about when he's older? What about when his extreme yang constitution makes him aggressive?

"Will you still feel the same way the first time he throws a tantrum? Will you still feel the same way the first time he argues with you? The first time he tells you that he hates you? The first time he chooses someone or something else over his own mother?

"Will you be able to forgive him then? Or will your anger fester? Will your old resentments resurface?