<Uhhhhhh...>
I couldn't form coherent words.
WHAT!!!
AM!!!
I!!!
MEANT!!!
TO!!!
DO!?
<Not me?>
He squints his eyes.
"Hmmmm..."
"I believe you..."
He finally talks to me.
About to leave, I breathe a sigh of relief.
"DAAAAAAD!!!"
Suddenly, a voice comes out from behind him.
"IT'S HIM!!!"
"THAT'S THE ONE WHO HURT ME!!!"
*Starts to sweat*
Pausing in his tracks, he turns around menacingly.
"Did you..."
"Just lie to me?"
<No?>
Responding meekly, I clutch my wounds breathing heavily.
"Impossible..."
"MY SON SAID IT!!!"
"DO YOU DOUBT MY SONS WORDS!?"
Shi*...
<NOPE NOPE!!!>
<I never doubted your sons words.>
<It's just...>
<Your son...>
<Heee...>
<Kinda messed up what happened...>
Explaining it to him, he sits down and listens to me carefully.
"Huh..."
"It turns out that's what happened."
"Thank you for telling me."
Kindly, he shakes my hand.
"Now..."
"Let's celebrate!!!"
"With your death..."
Ah...
I forgot...
He's still that child father.