What my grandfather Châtiment did to me will leave no marks – on the outside anyway. The inside scars are the worst. [b I want to get away from my mother, who has just arrived behind us, out of breath. Uncertainty ails her. I will not expose her, but I do not wish her to be around me.[/b] Nope, can't blame him. After having met my grandfather Châtiment, I am sure that nothing ever can disturb me again. Suddenly I sense somebody in the Force. Her desperation affects me before I see her with my own eyes. It is a little girl, barely two-years-old. She runs away from one of our warriors, who is hacking with his scimitar at the air around her. Each time he misses her by inches. I think of Lisiére and my heart cramps. “Papa?” I yelp. Oh, a child's love. I wish he had kept it “Aren’t you a bit too young for bridal kidnapping, little Vicomte?” the warrior chuckles. Alezan glares at him, and his laughter chokes immediately. Moron Maman would not like that,” she protests weakly. Unfortunately your mother has other things to worry about. Aaaand Lucien's a moron too. But he's a child so it's okay.