Marigold: whispering Do you feel the weight of destiny, my son?
places a hand on Funhorn's shoulder You are destined for greatness, my child. Our bloodline must continue, no matter what the cost.
Is it because of the fucking bloodline theory you were fucking with my dad?
narrows her eyes, a mix of determination and defiance Yes, it is because of the bloodline theory that I am willing to do whatever it takes to protect our legacy.
Fuck the bloodline theory. It’s just a theory. I’m not buying it, mom.
grabs Funhorn's arm tightly A theory or not, the truth remains. We must protect our bloodline at all costs.
At what cost? My happiness? My sanity?
releases Funhorn's arm, her expression softening I never wanted to see you suffer, my child. But the world we live in leaves no room for happiness or sanity.
I can’t do it, mom. I won’t.
takes a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper I understand your reluctance, my child.
grabs Funhorn's arm again, her grip firm No, you cannot leave. This is your destiny, Funhorn. You cannot run away from it.
I shake off her grip. Maybe my destiny isn’t yours, mom. Maybe I gotta find my own path.
pauses, her eyes searching Funhorn's face You think you can just walk away from all of this? From the responsibility that lies ahead?
i don’t know. But i know that i need to find my own path. And i can’t do that if you keep holding me back.
Funhorn leaves the abandoned cathedral, leaving Marigold alone with her beliefs and theories
Several years later, Funhorn is living alone in a cozy cottage, tending to his garden.
appears at the edge of the property, her presence both surprising and unwelcome Funhorn, we need to talk.
Hi, mom. What brings you here?
steps closer, her eyes filled with a mixture of regret and determination Funhorn, I know I may have made mistakes in the past, but I want to make things right.
I’d like to talk, but can we please go somewhere else? This place brings back too many bad memories.
nods, understanding the weight of the memories Of course, my child. Let's find a more comfortable setting to discuss this important matter.
They move to a nearby café, sitting across from each other at a small table. So, what’s so urgent?
leans forward, her voice hushed Funhorn, I've been doing some soul-searching, and I've come to realize that our actions have consequences.
I know, mom. I’m well aware. And that’s why I’ve stayed away.
narrows her eyes, leaning in closer You see, Funhorn, there are forces at play that we cannot fully comprehend.
pauses, searching Funhorn's eyes for understanding You remember the doomsday cult I was once a part of, right?
Well, I've been doing some digging, and I've uncovered some dark secrets about the cult. They were involved in some...unsavory activities.