"You love your mother, you hope she can survive, you want to change everything, yet you can do nothing."
The man's voice stopped, both he and Hill immersed in this brief tranquility, while within the silence, Hill's mind was flooded with rampant thoughts.
The man's words seemed to possess a magic power, outlining the tragic ending in Hill's mind with simple narration.
Hill saw his father reduced to ashes in the flames, while he held his dying mother, tears streaming uncontrollably.
"No... don't..."
Hill became angry, he shouted, and just as he raised his fist to smash that exquisite face, he suddenly stopped, reading too many emotions in the man's eyes.
Too many, too many...
"I am a merchant."
The man said, "But unlike most merchants, I trade in wishes."
"Wishes?"
"That's right, wishes," the man opened his hands, "wishes that are omnipotent."
"I can fulfill your wish, Hill."
