I haven't seen my parents in four years. Not as myself. Not since the accident. I mean, after nearly destroying the lab in that chemical explosion... it's better that they believe me dead. It's better that they don't realize their son is still alive. It's better. Because if they knew what I was, knew what I had become....
Well, dead would be a kinder fate.
Still. That doesn't make this sort of life any easier.
Not when they still see me as the enemy.
Not when I still see them as my parents.
They wonder why I never hurt them like the others do.
They believe me weak.
And perhaps I am.
The others don't hold back when it comes to my parents.
But there's just that.
They're my parents.
Even if they think I'm dead....they will always be my parents.
I'd already hurt them enough letting them believe me dead.
I'm not going to hurt them any more than I have to.
-Inspiration from talking about Danny Phantom earlier
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