In my home world, I’m an orphan. I don’t know who my parents are—and I don’t want to know. Children’s home, the army, four wars, and a strong prejudice against family life. Just the thought of marriage, children, and relatives caused irritation.
But here, I have a family. There is love between brothers and sisters, the warmth of a home hearth, a caring mother, and a strict father who doesn’t shy away from beating me.
Let me be a foundling, and my weak gift be useless—whoever decides to harm my loved ones, I will make them wash themselves in their own blood.