Ｔｈｅ ｐｏｏｒ ｃｈｉｌｄ ｗｏｕｌｄ ｏｎｌｙ ｅｖｅｒ ｈｅａｒ ｔｈａｔ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｈｅ
ｏｎｅ ｈｅ ｃａｌｌｅｄ ａ ｆａｔｈｅｒ.

-the echo chimed in again, this time it wasn't the young Touya's voice, but another. Angry, assertive, deep-

"How could I ever get such a failure of a child?! You're weak, and pathetic. You can never be useful. You're useless to me. No son of mine."

-the echo's tine changed, to a lifeless and robotic voice... It was Touya-

"I understand, Sir."