Needed this out of my head. My gosh, this was tormenting me for like weeks. :p

Just Shaw's thoughts about his 'son' before he was about to be killed.

Mistakes are bound to be seen. Sorry in advance, my grammar is not the best in the world. :P My English, is not so good.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

You were so full of potential.

The amount of power that was locked deep within you was unfathomable, even to me. You could have done many great things with that power, had you let me teach you how to use it that is. You chose to hide it away from me, and lock it even deeper within the confines of your soul. If you had shown me, then you could have become powerful. Oh so powerful.

Even to this day, I still question your decision.

Why?

You were like a son to me. I hate to admit it, but it hurt me to see you distrust me like that. My methods of parenting might've been different and...extreme, but I still loved you like a father would his son. I was so proud of you. You were the ultimate weapon, my best right-hand man. I could have given you the position of a god. I could have given you all the world's riches and all you had to do was stay by my side.

And yet, you threw that all away. You ran away and turned your back on me. It became your mission to kill me. Kill me for what? Revenge for killing your mother? Your father? Your brethren?

Or was it all of the above?

Why can't you understand? They were necessary sacrifices. Their deaths made you who you are today. You are not the weak, fragile little boy that came into my office one day anymore. You are strong now, and you have the scars to prove it. You may have chosen to hide them from sight but remember this, each scar was a tale of survival. A medal of honour, if you will. You called them ugly, but I would say otherwise. Quite frankly, I thought they were...

Beautiful.

Before, I used to think I was the only one of my kind. The only one with strange powers. Of course, I had no qualms about displaying them like you had.

Then you came.

It was like looking into a mirror. I could see the rage and fire that burned in you. I could see how desperate you were to hold it in and not let the monster inside out. I could see the hatred shining in your eyes when you looked at the soldiers who were hurting your people. You wanted to murder them didn't you? I watched for many a years as the fire inside you grew to an uncontrollable inferno.

But then you found something that balanced the rage that blazed wildly under your breast. Something that quelled the fire and gave you...serenity.

You found friends.

You began to depend on them to keep you grounded and sane. They showed you light in the darkness that you vowed to never go back into. Amongst the anger and hate that dominated your heart, love swirled in there too. As time passed, they in turn began to depend on you. Especially that telepath of yours. The one with the gentle words and the kind smile. The one whose blue eyes seemed to shine like sapphires.

Your loyalties were few so you treasured whatever ones you had dearly. Your trust of the world was taken away from you a long time ago. When I heard that you joined up with the telepath, it amazed me.

You were just like me and yet you were also so different.

You may not know it, but I am still so proud of you. Even as you began to levitate the coin towards me, I felt no fear. Only pride. I meant every word about how everything I did was for you. I wanted to make sure you would survive and become a god amongst gods, and never had I been so proud to see you now. Despite what I said about us ruling the world together, I never wanted that. I was never waiting for you to come home, I was waiting for you to take up my legacy and make your own.

My time on Earth may be done, but yours just started.

Now be a good boy and let this old man rest.