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SETH I assumed my father was the worst of them all when it balled down to my father’s treatment. He was just like how I have always described him from when I was a little boy on the first day he called me to his office room. Inconsiderate, selfish, arrogant. “Whatever treatment you had gotten as a child here does it warrant having him killed?” I asked curiously. She turned to face me and then her eyes faltered, “it’s not my fault that he was destined to die at the hands of a wolf he never expected,” She responded. “So would you say, all of this is my fault?” She asked with an arched brow as she held on to her crossbag. “No” I shook my head. “It’s my fault for asking too many questions already,” I said with my head lowered to the ground. “It’s fine,” She replied. I was shocked to find that she didn’t flare up this time, Instead, she answered me calmly. And I was guessing probably she didn’t want us getting caught so instead had her voice lowered. “We have to join the others,”