"Your father gave everything to bring back the life you're prepared to throw away?" Aiden suddenly spoke.
Tony shuddered with fright and stared at Aiden with wide eyes.
"You know how to use that thing, yet you hesitate again, you must know the consequences of using it like this," Aiden continued.
Pressing his lips together, Tony was silent for a while before finally saying, "So just now, it was you who stopped me?"
"Yes." Aiden's response was crisp.
"Why?"
"Personal reasons."
"He killed dad. I just wanted revenge…" Tony's voice trembled.
"A valid reason, if that's truly what you want, I won't stop you this time," Aiden said calmly, "but I saw you hesitate just now."
Tony found himself at a loss for words.
Suddenly shifted here by Aiden's power, the anger clouding his mind cooled slightly. When he thought about avenging his father again, the instinct to survive surged like a castaway struggling to emerge from the waves of hatred, desperately waving for help.
