The more people you love, the weaker you are. You’ll do things for them that you know you shouldn’t do. You’ll act the fool to make them happy, to keep them safe. Love no one but your children. On that front, a other has no choice.
Children grow up thinking the adult world is ordered, rational, fit for purpose. It’s crap. Becoming a man is realising that it’s all rotten. Realising how to celebrate that rottenness, that’s freedom.
Parents expect everything from their children. And then they die and what they expect ceases to matter.
When you kill someone, you lose all your leverage the moment they’re dead. Now, you take someone’s children away from them, you’d be amazed what they’d do to get them back.