The flashback of the mans father flashed in his mind, a dark place, a man with a black witch hat covering his face that had purple jewels atop of the hat base, the wide brim covering and giving his face a shadow... His black mouth agape in speaking.
"You aren't a curse.. Son."
His voice carried through the man's mind like a whip of air that wrapped around his head and lelt just as quick as that.
Then with a slightly wet eyes, his dead eyes bore into the emptiness, his voice hollow and sorrowful..
"Will my curse ever... Lift?
Who will heal me...
. . ."