You mean, why can’t I be the perfect son like you? The perfect little soldier? Well, I’m not you![Neteyam: Why you always have to make things so hard?]
You fight well. Are you so sure you’re his son?
Never forget this. You’re mine. Mine to me. No matter where you go or what they may call you, you will always be my son.
A good son always does what his mother asks.
A son is a poor substitute for a lover.
