He wished that father had never kept his monstrous personality hidden from him. It would be easier to hate him if he had beat him from the start, if he had screamed at or mocked him, treated him as badly as the others. But instead Lucio still vividly remembered the day father had taught him to fly and declared him a natural, he remembered the good dinners where he, mother and father had a great time all talking to each other and sharing stories, he remembered how loved and safe he felt whenever father invited him into his study and spoke to him about the importance of family, and imparted his wisdom on his young mind.