The Tombs of the Star Corridor remained quiet.
Kenjaku had returned to his usual calm expression.
Takeru had absolutely no intention of allowing that to continue.
Takeru walked over.
"So, Dad."
Kenjaku's eye twitched.
"…What?"
"Why didn't you spend time with me?"
Kenjaku stared at him.
"I wasn't your father."
Takeru continued as though he hadn't heard him.
"You could've bought me things."
"…Such as?"
"Ice cream."
Kenjaku said nothing.
"Toys."
Nothing.
"Clothes."
Kenjaku slowly closed his eyes.
"Takeru…"
"You could've supported me."
"I did not know you."
"You could've tutored me."
"I am not your father."
"You could've watched me grow up."
"I possessed your mother's body."
Takeru nodded seriously.
"Exactly."
Kenjaku opened his eyes.
"That does not make me your father."
Takeru stepped closer.
"You could've been there."
Kenjaku's patience was visibly evaporating.
"You could've taken me to school."
"No."
"Picked me up."
"No."
"Bought me snacks."
"No."
"Helped me with homework."
"No."
"Taken me to the park."
"No."
"Bought me a little toy sword."
"No."
Takeru paused.
"…You really weren't there for me, Dad."
Kenjaku's expression went completely flat.
"I am going to ignore the fact that you are deliberately irritating me."
Takeru grinned.
"You're doing great, Dad."
Kenjaku slowly inhaled.
"…I have manipulated nations."
"Cool."
"I have orchestrated events spanning centuries."
"Awesome."
"I have created the Culling Games."
"Very impressive."
Kenjaku stared at him.
"And yet…"
Takeru smiled.
"You couldn't buy your son ice cream."
Silence.
Kenjaku looked toward the ceiling.
"…Why am I having this conversation?"
Takeru shrugged.
"Family bonding."
"I am not your father."
"Sure thing, Dad."
Kenjaku's eye twitched again.
Takeru smiled proudly.
"Best dad ever."