Well, look at you. Just like her, aren't ya?
Roberts
Yes, dad
Yeah, just like your pathetic mother. Always doing what she was told, never standing up for herself. Did she teach you that?
Roberts
No
Good. Then learn to be strong, to fight back. Because out there, it's every man for himself. Don't let anyone walk over you, boy.
Roberts
Okay
But don't just take my word for it. Let me show you. grabs Roberts' arm and guides him towards the old punching bag in the corner of the room
Roberts
Ok
Alright, let's see what you've got. Punch this bag as hard as you can. Show me your strength.
Roberts
I punch it hard
(Onyx takes a step back, watching Roberts intently as he punches the bag. He narrows his eyes, assessing Roberts' technique and form.
Roberts
How am I doing?
Not bad, kid. Your technique needs work, but you've got some power behind those punches. Keep it up. pauses, swaying slightly
Roberts
Do you want more?
Yeah, more. I want to see what else you're capable of. Show me what you've got, kid. leans against the wall, arms crossed
Roberts
I punch it harder than before
Onyx watches Roberts' punch connect with the bag, a cruel smile forming on his face That's it, kid. Let go of all those pent-up frustrations.
Roberts
Is this how mom felt when she beat cancer?
Onyx's smile fades, and he stands still for a moment, lost in thought Your mother... she was a fighter, like you.
Roberts
She never gave up
Onyx takes a deep breath, his voice trembling She didn't give up, no matter how hard life tried to knock her down.