Lith’s mind wouldn’t have spun so fast not even if his little brother Carl suddenly resurrected in front of him. At least in such case he would only experience two conflicting feelings: disbelief and joy.

Instead, his thoughts were subverted into a chaotic maelstrom. Nurture and nature were clashing like never before, uncapable of finding a common ground.

– “I have to save him. I have dedicated most of this live saving strangers, even when they could not afford to pay. Hating humans is all right, but a two years old kid?

My biggest gripe with children is them being noisy and obnoxious, hence I never wanted to have kids of my own. But killing one is another matter entirely. What will happen to his parents and siblings if I let him die? Will they by scarred by their beloved’s death, like it happened to me?” –   This was the reasoning of his healer side, the one that had been raised with love and affection by his family over the past twelve years. Its arguments were solid, Lith had experienced first hand the pain of loss, the suffering of a mother that could only watch her daughter die slowly.

He was unwilling to make someone else go through such experience out of mere egotism.

– “It’s no big deal. The weak are bound to suffer and are always the first to die, It’s the law of the jungle. I don’t know and don’t care for him. Saving him would be reckless. First, I would show Kilian that I am capable of healing the parasites on my own.

Second, this kid is not like me. If he gains any sort of power, he will become a threat to himself and others. There are countless risks and no rewards. Good deeds never go unpunished, if I help him, I’ll pay the price.” –   The arguments of his ‘human’ side were solid as well. Lith actually didn’t care about strangers, he never did. When he had helped them in the past, there was always a hidden agenda behind his actions.