Khan's perspective went through another change. Bret had looked like a drunken liar mere minutes ago, but the latest revelations had transformed his image once again. Behind his harsh behavior and casual tone, he was nothing more than a father who had given everything to save his son.
Khan wasn't even a clueless kid anymore. He was no scientist, but his superficial knowledge in the field made him imagine the agonizing process Bret had endured to save him. Performing a transplant while cutting away his organs wasn't only unheard of. It went far above crazy, but Bret had described it without showing any regret or pain.
"Don't waste time feeling bad about it," Bret snorted, holding the bottle with both hands. "Protecting his child is a father's job."
Bret's firm stance acted as a mirror. Khan saw his own determination reflected in that older, dirty face. People had often told him he had taken from his mother, but he noticed parts of himself in his father now.
