Once they reached their small, worn-down house, Thomas could no longer contain his frustration. He slammed the door shut, the sound reverberating through the house, and turned to face his son, his face contorted with anger and worry. "What were you thinking, Louis? A Guardian? Do you understand the dangers involved? This isn't a game!"
Louis, still seething from the encounter with Ivan and his father, snapped back, his voice quivering with pent-up emotion. "I know it's not a game, Dad! But I can't stand by and do nothing while people suffer. I want to make a difference!"
Thomas's face softened for a moment, but his worry quickly returned, turning his expression stern. "Louis, society has a place for everyone. We need doctors, teachers, engineers. Guardians... they live in constant danger. Look at you, you're not strong enough to face Sinners. You have to be realistic." His hands trembled slightly as he spoke, betraying his inner turmoil.
Louis shook his head, determination burning in his eyes. "Being realistic isn't enough, Dad. Sometimes we have to dream big to change the world. 'The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.' I can't be one of those who do nothing." His voice cracked with emotion, but he stood firm.
Thomas sighed, running a hand through his damp hair, his frustration evident in the way his shoulders tensed. "Louis, I'm proud of you for wanting to help, but being a Guardian is dangerous. Look at what happened today. Ivan's father is powerful. He could ruin your life before you even get started. Society doesn't look kindly on those who step out of line." His eyes were wide with fear, pleading with Louis to understand.
Louis clenched his fists, his knuckles white with the effort. "I don't care about Ivan or his father. I want to protect people. I don't want anyone else to feel helpless like I did today. 'It is not the strength of the body that counts, but the strength of the spirit.' And my spirit is strong." His voice rose with each word, echoing with conviction.
Thomas's expression hardened, his jaw set in a tight line. "Your spirit? Louis, you are still so young. You have your whole life ahead of you. Find another way to help. 'A single dream is more powerful than a thousand realities,' but that doesn't mean it's the right path for you." His fists were clenched at his sides, his whole body shaking with the intensity of his feelings.
Louis crossed his arms, his voice firm. "This is the only way I can see, Dad. Guardians make a real difference. They save lives. And I know I can do it. I just need a chance. 'The only limit to our realization of tomorrow is our doubts of today.'" Tears began to pool in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall.
Thomas shook his head, his frustration boiling over. "You don't understand the weight of what you're saying. People die, Louis. Guardians die. You could die. And for what? To chase a dream that might be impossible for you? 'The road to success is dotted with many tempting parking spaces.' Just because you can doesn't mean you should." His voice was loud and shaking, filled with fear and desperation.
Louis's eyes filled with tears, but he stood his ground. "Dad, if I turn my back on my dream, what kind of future do I have? 'It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.' I can't live my life in fear, running from what might be." His voice broke, and a single tear rolled down his cheek.
Thomas's face contorted with worry and sorrow. He struggled to find the right words, to convince his son without crushing his spirit. "Louis, you're my only child. I can't bear the thought of losing you. 'The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.' But what if you fall and never rise again?" His eyes were red, filled with unshed tears.
Louis wiped his tears, his voice trembling but resolute. "I know you're scared for me, Dad. But I have to follow my heart. 'The only way to achieve the impossible is to believe it is possible.' If I don't try, I'll never know what I could have been." His voice was steady, filled with a quiet strength.
Thomas's voice grew louder, his desperation palpable. "Louis, you're not thinking clearly! You're too weak for this. The world is cruel, and it will chew you up and spit you out. 'In the long run, we shape our lives, and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And the choices we make are ultimately our responsibility.' But this choice... it's too much for you!" His hands were shaking, his face flushed with emotion.
Louis's tears flowed freely now, his heart breaking. "Dad, if I forsake my dream, what kind of life will I have? 'Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.' I want to leave my own trail, Dad, not just follow someone else's." His voice was filled with pain and determination.
Thomas's eyes glistened with unshed tears. He struggled to maintain his composure. "You're all I have, Louis. 'To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.' But you need to be safe. You need to stay here, where I can protect you." His voice was a whisper, filled with despair.
Louis stepped closer to his father, his voice steady but full of emotion. "I understand, Dad. But living in fear isn't living at all. 'You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.' I have to find my own way." His tears fell, mingling with the rain still clinging to his face.
Thomas's shoulders slumped in defeat. He couldn't find a response, his heart torn between love for his son and fear for his safety. "Louis, please... think about what you're saying. 'Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.' But this path... it's filled with more failure than success." His voice was thick with emotion, his eyes pleading.
Louis's voice broke as he cried, "Dad, if I abandon my dream, what kind of purpose do I have? 'The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.' This is my dream, and I have to follow it." His voice was filled with a desperate need to be understood.
Thomas couldn't hold back his tears any longer. He reached out, trying to hold onto his son, but Louis stepped back. "I love you, Dad. But I have to do this. 'Never judge a person because time has the power to change the darkest coal to a shiny diamond.'"
Thomas stood there, silent and heartbroken, as Louis wiped his tears and turned to leave. "I promise I will prove you wrong, Dad. I will conquer everything that stands in my way, whether it's you, Mom, or even the gods. Nothing will stop me."
With tears still streaming down his cheeks, Louis clenched his fists, his determination unwavering. He walked out the door, leaving his father behind, a man torn between his love and his fears.