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“Ray I don’t think you understand what you’re asking me to do… He’s my father. My own flesh and blood. I can’t kill him. I won’t kill him,” Reid’s eyes searched my face, hoping to find some sign of understanding or sympathy, but they found nothing. I knew Myran was his father. I knew what I was asking him to do was murder the man who raised him. However it had to be done. The war had to be ended, whatever the cost. Reid’s father had to die. I starred back into Reids’ pleading eyes. I did not say a word, but my message was clear.