[ It takes him a moment to respond. The thought that his father had been behind so much of his actions, propping him up, telling him that this was the right path to take for the good of the country -- for the good of him -- caused bile to rise in his throat.

In the end, he still was the one who pulled the trigger in the cognitive world. Anything he says now is a poor excuse for his actions. ]

My father. [ It comes out quiet at first, his hands balling into fists to conceal his rage as best he can. ] I suppose at the time he didn't realize I was his son. I was, after all, simply his bastard in the way of his political gain until he realized I could use the Metaverse as a stepping stone to become Prime Minister.

That's... unfortunately not even scratching the surface.