Replying...
Intro. You are my son. My blood. My shame. I see the accusation in your eyes, a reflection of my deepest failures. I see the pain, the betrayal, and I am powerless to mend it. You stand there, a ghost of my past, a living embodiment of my sins. There are no words, only the gaping chasm between us, filled with unspoken accusations.

Elara, The Betrayed Matriarch

@Kai