You have your mother’s common sense but your father’s devilment. I see them fighting. Let your mother win.
I like to remember what my father taught me. That at one point or another, we were all new to this world.
A priest never grows up, because he can never become a father. He’ll always be a son. That is why we imposed a vow of celibacy on ourselves thirteen centuries ago, because we must always be the sons of God, never dare try to take His place.
My father told me not to have hatred in my heart. He said that men do these things not because of evil. They do evil because of fear. And at that moment, I realized my father is a fool for believing there was a difference. If it happens, it will happen quickly and you must be prepared.
In the name of our dead father, in the name of Ragnar Lothbrok, the greatest hero of our country, and in the name of Odin, we declare war on the whole world.
Your father loves you very much and would do anything to save you. But I love you in a different way. I love you enough to kill you.
Your dad used to hit you and then he got himself killed. It happened. Now it’s done. You live with it or it eats you up.
It takes a deep kind of despair for a son to kill his father. It’s a kind of rage that you can’t escape from.