There were things I wanted when I was a boy. He thought they mattered to me too much still. That I couldn't grow. I suppose attachment is a good word for it, in all honesty. I was trying to prove I was what he thought I was.
I mean the enemy. No one wants to kill people just to kill people. Light or dark there's no honor in that.
I'm too reckless and emotional. When I was young I always felt like every time I would show a negative emotion everyone would get anxious.