I turned on Leon, screaming through my sobs.
"How could you be so cruel? He was seven! When that bomb exploded against his chest, do you know how much he suffered?"
"Why didn't you save him? *Why?*"
Leon waved his hands frantically, stammering as if trying to convince himself. "Because the dog... A Jin was more fragile! David was a healthy boy; he healed fast. I thought... I thought he could handle it."
He looked up, eyes wild. "I didn't want to kill him! If David were here, he'd forgive me!"
The sheer shamelessness of the man made me want to laugh.
Even the cremation worker spat on the ground near Leon's feet. "Looking at your own child's corpse and spouting such garbage? That dog must be your real son."
Leon finally broke. He crawled to the coffin, kneeling and weeping bitterly. "I'm sorry, David. Dad was wrong... Dad is so sorry..."
