"Did you resent him?" Satou asked, following her across the stream.
"Sometimes. Especially when I saw other children living normal lives." Sylvara's smile was sad. "But I also understood why he was the way he was. He'd lived for centuries in a world that kills the weak without mercy. He'd watched people he cared about die because they weren't prepared. He didn't want that for me."
She stopped at the far bank, looking back at Satou. "And honestly? His training saved my life more times than I can count. The skills he gave me, the mindset he instilled—they kept me alive when others would have died. So yes, I resented him sometimes. But I also loved him. And I'm grateful for what he taught me, even if the lessons were hard ."
"But the one thing I hated him for , was killing my mother " She said with anger filled within her voice
