❝ You — You’re angry? Who gives you that
right? You vanquished me, remember?
You decided that I was no longer your
son but a demon that needed to go.
Your sister channeled her sons powers
and it was a blessing? I couldn’t help it.
I didn’t even exist. You never — never
gave me such chance, Phoebe Halliwell.
Because it’s just that black and white, isn’t it?
Isn’t it?!
Look at me — just look at me and tell me that
you regretted your decision. ❞ Before him, stood his
demise. The mother who bore him. The mother
who didn’t save him when he was stolen. He wasn’t
just the heir to the sources throne but life, albeit half
demonic, but something she created. He was someone
that she and another created.
❝ You didn’t try to save me. You just did away
with me. And I’m sorry — I’m so sorry you didn’t
really kill me. Knowing that your mother is
alive and well with a new life, moved on from
it and me, kills me enough each and every day. ❞
"I did not vanquish you!, I did what I had to do
to protect me and my sisters....--Look, I'm gonna
tell you what actually happened...and...if you want
to----or don't want to believe it is totally up to you.."
Phoebe began, she didn't want to argue--neither
did she want to speak of this topic. This topic hadn't
been spoken of since she had lost the--thing--baby.
"The seer took you from me, I had no power once so ever
over what was happening....she just took you..and that was
the end of that..and then I was locked up with my sister where
we watched the seer struggle with the powers you possessed and
become the source....--by the end of it...you destroyed every-
one there..the seer...the guards...and yourself. I had no say in that,
I just saved my sisters and myself....We didn't do anything to destroy
kill you....you vanquished yourself....your powers were stronger
than your producer.."