Tears streamed down his face, hands clenched into fists-this was a soft spot for him-he was the youngest of 7, and the ONLY boy-and he CONSTANTLY felt like a disappointment-
"D-Daddy-i-it's not dangerous-w-why can't you trust me!!??"
"-sigh-....it's not that i don't trust you....but you make me feel like i SHOULDN'T trust you...go to your room and don't come out until i say so....NOW"
He raised his trident towards a hall, his words echoing once more through the room