"I haven't forgotten, Sister. No matter what the situation is, I should not lose myself. I am who I am, and I am the master of my fate." Sandoz said solemnly.
"Your great grandpa said the you remind him of your father when he was young," Lara added after a pause, smiling faintly. "He had that same furrow between his brows, the same habit of worrying for everyone else. But he learned, slowly, that being strong isn't about never being afraid. It's about doing what's right even when fear is still there."
The wind rustled through the Narra leaves, carrying her words like a whisper across the garden.
"But still, even if your father's blood run in your veins, even if you share the same traits, you are still you and your father is still the person that he is. You should always remember that."
"I just… don't want to disappoint anyone," Sandoz murmured, his voice small again.
