I feel the fire rising inside me and the anger taking control over my body. It makes sense, I know him and this plan of his is not below him at all. He wants to use me and if that would have been all, I wouldn't be so mad since by now, I am used to it, but what he wants is to break others down, to make sure they have no hope, no reason to fight, no reason to oppose him. He wants to break the children's spirits and that I can not accept.
But I can't. If I do what he expects me to do, he wins and I am sure he has some plan to get out here alive. Whatever I do it's going to have bad consequences. So I do nothing. I tame my flames and calm myself down. I take a deep breath and look Father in his eyes. There is no light there, they look dead, just as the soul inside.
"Now what?" I ask with a
