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No child should grow up basing their lives on hatred, no child should be taught to fight for their lives, and no child should be called useless for not wanting to do so.
But Red son did, all his childhood memories were formed like that, his parents wanted him to be evil, just like them.
If he was raised in that manner, he should be evil, right?
If destruction is all you know that should be the common thing, something to look up to, but it wasn’t.
Every machine, every plan, success, and even failure felt like crap to him, there was nothing to win, or to lose. Life doesn’t have a meaning, he was tired of everything, in fact, being the bad guy could get tiring, maybe because he didn’t want to be the bad guy. however, the things he had done are unerasable and he hated himself for every single one.
Why couldn’t he be what his parents expected?
Every day millions of thoughts cross his mind, he really is done with everything.
But Red son doesn’t have any control over the situation.
Hiding the truth was getting harder, in the end, all he longed for, all his wishes rely on this lifestyle. He just wanted to be recognized by his father, and every attempt ended up failing. So what’s the point of life? he will end up failing no matter what.