He is my son, no matter what he believes. He has my blood pumping through his veins, as sure as if I had managed to save him and raised him myself.

I still love the boy, and that alone is proof enough. If I were anybody else, there is no way after all he and his hot little whore have done to me.

I am his father sure as he is my son.

And as wonderful as all that is, I'm going to rip his throat out for doing this to me.