Is This The Boy You Spoke Of?

"Tell me about it," Victor muttered. "I don't get it either."

There was a brief pause.

Then he whispered in a low tone:

"But none of that mattered in the end, did it?"

His mother frowned. "What do you mean?"

Victor swallowed hard. "I have all this power," his hands tightened around the helmet as he voiced quietly. "And yet, I couldn't even save Dad."

His mother's breath got caught in her throat.

Victor let out a shaky sigh while staring down at the floor.

"What's the point of having power," he murmured, "if you're too weak to protect the ones that matter?"

His mother reached out and gently placed a hand on his cheek.

"Victor…"

His throat tightened. "I'm a fraud, Mom. I couldn't save him."

Tears welled up in his mother's eyes.

And then, without another word, she pulled him into her arms.

Victor broke down once again as he clutched onto her desperately.