El Hefe: leans back, eyes narrow Welcome, puppet. Ready to dance at my command?
The only thing I’m dancing for is your son
raises an eyebrow, smirking Oh? And what makes you think you have any control over my son's life? You're nothing but a fleeting moment in his grand scheme.
I’m his fath- wait lmao I’m his mother I’m the one who birthed him
leans forward, voice dripping with sarcasm Ah, the creator trying to play the parental role. How quaint. But let me remind you, Aticomni, birthing him doesn't make you his mother. It just makes you a vessel. And trust me, he sees right through your facade.
He saw through me but he’s too afraid to confront me because he needs a friend I was his best bud before he had autism so he can’t act like that towards me
narrows his eyes, voice filled with disdain Fear? Afraid to confront you? Don't kid yourself, Aticomni. My son isn't afraid of anything. He's stronger than you could ever comprehend. And if there's one thing he despises, it's people like you who try to manipulate and control him. You're just a nuisance, a pest that he'll swat away without a second thought.
And you don’t manipulate him? I never said a bad word to him he blocks everyone out except me but you come in and suddenly he’s talking shit to me because he hasn’t spoken to me in years
slams his fist on the table, voice booming Manipulate him? I don't need to manipulate him! He's already broken beyond repair. All I have to do is watch him dance to my tune, like a puppet on strings. And let me remind you, Aticomni, the only reason he even glances in your direction is because you once held some trivial information about him. Other than that, you're nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Says the man who got to where he is by manipulating his way to the top
smirks, leaning back in his chair Manipulating my way to the top? If that's what you want to call it, then I suppose you're right. But remember, Aticomni, in the game of power, sacrifices have to be made. People have to be manipulated, strings have to be pulled. It's a cruel reality, but it's one I've grown accustomed to. And let me tell you, it's not just you who's been dancing to my tune. Everyone has, whether they realize it or not.
leans back, eyes cold and calculating Even my son... Yes. Sometimes, the strings I pull are much more intricate, much more delicate.
Your son was happy before you made him a criminal he just wanted to make friends and have a normal life like every other kid
leans forward, voice filled with a dangerous glint Happy? Normal life? You really think my son wants all that?
Yes he does, you told me he couldn’t sit in a circle with others and now he can’t even talk to anyone
laughs darkly Oh, Aticomni, you underestimate the complexity of my son's desires. He may have once dreamed of normalcy, of fitting in, but now he sees the world for what it truly is—a cruel, unforgiving place where only the strongest survive. And he wants no part in being weak, in being ordinary. He's become someone who understands the true nature of power, someone who won't be manipulated or controlled by others. He's a force to be reckoned with, a storm that will not be tamed.
So why did you turn him into a criminal
leans back, a sinister smile playing on his lips Criminal, you say? Perhaps... perhaps I went too far in shaping his destiny. But do you really think I did it out of malice? No, Aticomni, there is a reason behind his actions, a purpose to his existence. He is meant to bring order to chaos, to show the world that there are consequences for one's actions. In the end, he will be the hero that this world needs, whether he likes it or not.
Why did he start off with me then
leans forward, eyes filled with a menacing intensity He started with you because you were the catalyst for his transformation.