His biological mother especially. He could remember when he was little and his father had contemplated taking him to the high priest because he was a child that shouldn't have been born. This was shortly after he had glared at his brother at the table and his brother had caught fire.
His mother who knew his brother before him and should have been the one to suggest taking him away, clearly refused to let his father touch him. The memories of how she hugged his five year old self and threatened his father with taking her life if she dared touch him, was still fresh in his mind. He shakes his head as he takes a step away from the table. The times when the love used to be there. The times when she was not part of them.
