Aether's dark eyes watched in silent torment as his past self sat before his mother, the warmth of her smile..... She fed him the tainted food as if it were a loving act, her hands tender, her gaze soft.
He wanted to know just one thing.
"Why?" Aether's voice trembled, a mixture of eagerness and pain, the question hovering on the edge of desperation.
His heart, though hardened, felt the weight of it crashing into him again.
[Why?… Why would she do that to her own son?]
The words appeared
[Maybe you hurt someone she cherished... Maybe you frightened her, her beloved child… Or maybe she saw something in you, something that made her fear for herself. Who knows?]
As the words faded, the scene shifted slowly, painfully.
500(600(650)...) PS=1(1(1)...)Ex/ 50(100(120)..) GT=1(2(2)...)Ex