Anima would not chance any confrontation with her son over his obsession with Sin with the child present. Those were matters best left private, and the little one was far too innocent to be exposed to them. The part of her which had lingered with him as his fayth knew everything he had done. How he had killed his father, slaughtered the Ronso, attempted to force Yuna's hand.

On the outside, he was all sincerity. Still, with his taste and growing lust for power, the boy who had been her son was slowly being corrupted into a man she did not know. It broke her heart.

"My son. You have come."