You couldn’t be born, they didn’t give you a chance.
They destroyed the very possibility of your birth.
When you led me between the black spikes in the World of Death, I didn’t see you, I didn’t know who was leading me, who was making the spikes move so that I could fly between them.
Now I can get you out of there, so we’ve got it all worked out.
I know I would be proud of you on Earth, I would like to do everything together.
You and I have a little more time to be together.
I chose my way. I want to give you what you need on your way.
It is all that a father gives to his son.
Your mother gave you life and became Death.
We’ll meet you, son. And then you will go alone.
DO NOT GIVE UP