Broken Mirror

The boy bristled at the older man’s words. “Why is that Bane?” He spat the older man’s name, his gaze fixed upon the elder, Nako all but forgotten. “What made Nako any less of a fucking bastard then the rest of us? You had four children Bane! You didn’t know us, what made you feel you had any right to take any of us from the only parent who had cared enough to actually raise us?” Anger he hadn’t realized he held bubbled to the surface.