บท 268: CHAPTER 268 Heal Part 3

　　~ CASIMIR ~

　　With a groan wrenched from my chest, and eyes blurred with tears, I clawed fingers into the dirt simply to feel grounded… then dropped my head under the blanket of shame.

　　"I am… I am… my father's son," I wheezed.

　　In the seconds that followed, that admission almost killed me. And I fought again- fought for my life.

　　Heal. See yourself. Know yourself.

　　HEAL.

　　"I am… my father's son!" I croaked. "But please… God… I do not want to be."

　　The truth will set you free.

　　Suddenly air flooded my lungs, and the joints of my body that had been twisted and crackling with pain, were flooded with warmth.

　　I am my father's son. But I do not want to be.

　　That first, glorious breath rushed out of me, and I blinked.

　　I have become exactly what I swore I would never be.

　　The ring of truth was undeniable–and brought grief in its wake. But also that weight began to lift.