Anger, shame, and guilt all built up again at the thought of his betrayal. I practically raised that boy and taught him everything he knew. Hell, I treated him like a son. Not well mind you. At that time in my life, I was poorly equipped for a relationship, let alone a son. There was no basis for a good parental figure in my life at that time beside Fylaneiros and I couldn’t treat him like a Fey, now could I? 