“mom… oh mom… i wish… i wish that you were still here with me. i hate being all alone. i miss you so much it hurts, why? why couldn’t you just live for me? you had a choice. Why didn’t you chose me?
— even if it mean forsaking you aunt?
— yes, if she’d be here now.
— even if it mean hurting her?
— if it had to be done.
— even if it meant killing her?
— whatever it takes.
good boy…now you got it ken, you’ve learned the lesson your mother couldn’t seem to grasp. that sometimes to protect one thing you’ve got to have the resolve to let go of another.”