"I don't care what you do to him. I just want to be free and happy."
When the intruder heard the words of the young boy, a slight frown emerged on his face.
"You don't desire revenge?"
"Are you not angry at this man?"
"Don't you hate him and the other people who made you live a terrible life?"
"Don't you want to torture him and kill him yourself?"
The intruder questioned, and the young boy released a tired sigh as he sat with his back resting against the wall.
"I hated him in the past. And I wanted nothing more than to see him die in the most painful and grievous way possible."
The young boy glanced at the blonde middle aged man who was his father, then he shifted his gaze to the intruder.
"After all I've seen and experienced. I don't desire revenge nor do I have any hate or anger."
The young boy's gaze moved to the floor.
"Now… I just want to be free and happy."
