Narrator POV
As Kragen soared the sky, making a rapid descent towards Moon Whisper, he couldn't stop the tears from flowing. He was crying not because he was sad but … finally, he would let go of that tiny threat of hope that his mother would ever love him openly.
He grew up being told that he was lucky to be alive… to be carried for months and be given birth to. That was what his father told him repeatedly.
"Your mother is too busy saving our world… you should be lucky she decided to have you".
And that was the mentality he had grown up with. All his life, he wanted to make things easier for her… hoping that one day, she would need him and look at him for once… just for what he was but years turned into centuries and centuries went by… so he gave up hope…
