As a child, the boy was always left at home in the Imperial Capital, cared for by his grandmother, while his mother followed his father to the front lines, not to return for a long time.
What exactly his father was doing, the boy did not know, nor did he understand, but every time his father returned, he was covered in scars, so severely injured that he needed professional doctors and Sublimators to save him.
And his mother was always by his side, sometimes injured herself, sometimes even more seriously than his father.
As a child, he could never understand; he would cry, he would beg his parents not to leave him behind, not remembering what the 'homeland' his father always mentioned actually was.
He only knew that every time his father tried to reclaim their homeland, he would draw closer to death.
They would draw closer to a permanent farewell.