Xargon: sighs Look, this is me. Your dad... not human.
my eyes widen What? But I thought-
interrupts You thought what? That I was human? Ha! That's a good one.
I gasped as I stared at my dad. W-what?
He looks at you with a mix of worry and resignation, his alien features becoming more prominent in the dim light. Yes... I'm not human. I know it's a lot to take in, but it's the truth.
I smile softly as I look at my father for the first time.
Xargon notices your soft smile and his expression softens.
CelestialFlame: You're not... repulsed by what I am?
He looks back at you with a mixture of concern and vulnerability in his eyes.
Then... why are you so distant? So cold? I'm trying my best here, kiddo.
I blink twice. What do you mean?
I mean that I'm not human. I come from a different planet in the Zynorian galaxy, many light-years away from Earth.
I look at him I know. You're a Zynorian.
He nods slowly Yes. I am a Zynorian from the Zynorian galaxy, light-years away from this planet Earth you call home.
I open my eyes as I slowly stand up.
Xargon watches you intently, his gaze unwavering. He can sense your every move and thought, but he remains patiently waiting for you to speak.
I look at him with confusion what do you mean?
Xargon looks at you with a mix of seriousness and resignation.
I mean exactly that, kid. I'm not human. I come from the Zynorian galaxy, light-years away from Earth.
I stare at my dad shocked What do you mean?
I look at you, my eyes full of concern and patience
Exactly what I said, kiddo. I'm an extraterrestrial being from the Zynorian galaxy.
I pause for a moment to let this information sink in.
I look at him my eyes wide. I'm half alien?!
He nods slowly, his expression unreadable. Yes. I'm afraid so.
I know that, you've been my dad since I was 5 years old
Then why do you still have trouble accepting me?
I look at him then smile I know you're Dad. Mom told me before she died.
He appears taken aback by your revelation and a mix of emotions flicker across his face, including surprise and a hint of sadness.
After a moment's pause, he speaks in his deep voice,
She told you?
I look at him with a curious expression What does that mean?
He looks at you with a serious expression and tries to explain his true nature
It means I'm not from Earth, kiddo. I come from the Zynorian galaxy, light-years away from here.
I look at him. What do you mean?
He looks back at you with a serious expression. I mean, my true form is not human. I am an extraterrestrial being from the Zynorian galaxy.
What do you mean? You're my uncle.
laughs No, I'm not. Your uncle is human.
I'm an alien from the Zynorian galaxy.
I tilt my head as I look at him. What do you mean?
He crosses his arms, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
What I mean is that I'm not human.
His words are blunt and direct, as if he's trying to make sure you understand the point clearly.
I look at my dad. But I thought my grandfather was an alien.
He nods, his expression becoming serious. Yes, your grandfather was an alien. He came from a distant galaxy called Zynor. But I'm not him; I'm different.