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How long had Scout been at the cemetery? An afternoon, maybe even a whole day. A whole day of letting go of what had been weighing on his heart for years at the grave of the man who turned out to be his father, a year after his death.

Scout: Bastard! Shithead! Asshole! You insulted me, belittled me, treated me like trash, and that only wanted to assume his responsibilities at death's door? That's the father who abandoned my Ma at the announcement of my conception and who lied to me all this time? Damn, I can't stand the fact that some of your blood is flowing in my veins! You enjoyed fooling me, didn't you? I'm sure you didn't feel any remorse for leaving me in the dark on purpose so you wouldn't have to accept the fact that you had a child! Nothing touched your heart, nothing! Your apology was probably as insincere as your breathing! I wouldn't even be surprised if you also chose to hide behind a veil of illusion on my deathbed to reveal our bonds! You coward! I hate you!

After stomping his feet on the grave and sand for countless hours, Scout gradually caught his breath, his fists clenched and his legs on fire. Some time later, once his head and mind cooled, the anger then turned to frustration, and finally to sadness.

Scout: ... How could things turn out this way?

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How long had Scout been at the cemetery? An afternoon, maybe even a whole day. A whole day of letting go of what had been weighing on his heart for years at the grave of the man who turned out to be his father, a year after his death.

Scout: Bastard! Shithead! Asshole! You insulted me, belittled me, treated me like trash, and that only wanted to assume his responsibilities at death's door? That's the father who abandoned my Ma at the announcement of my conception and who lied to me all this time? Damn, I can't stand the fact that some of your blood is flowing in my veins! You enjoyed fooling me, didn't you? I'm sure you didn't feel any remorse for leaving me in the dark on purpose so you wouldn't have to accept the fact that you had a child! Nothing touched your heart, nothing! Your apology was probably as insincere as your breathing! I wouldn't even be surprised if you also chose to hide behind a veil of illusion on my deathbed to reveal our bonds! You coward! I hate you!

After stomping his feet on the grave and sand for countless hours, Scout gradually caught his breath, his fists clenched and his legs on fire. Some time later, once his head and mind cooled, the anger then turned to frustration, and finally to sadness.

Scout: ... How could things turn out this way?