He looked up at Ryuutaro, peeling his eyes away from the picture. If only it were that easy. He hated his father but it didn't change the fact that he was his father.

"I-if I could, don't you think I would have?" He drops the picture from his hands, "I.... i-i-it wasn't always like this... when I was kid... it wasn't so bad. He was busy... and there was the stuff with the food... but he was good to me... s-s-so why? Why did this? Why my mother? Why didn't he come after me when I ran away? What's wrong with me Ryuutaro?"