Jimmy looked at the cage with sadness in his eyes. He had been through so much, and it hurt Kree that she couldn't help much. Seeing the family look at each other like this made her want to go home even more to be with her own mom and dad.
Jimmy looked at Kree, "Maybe the books can-"
"No!" Kree said firmly.
"But this is my family." Jimmy argued.
"Don't you see?" Kree was exasperated, "You are starting to become like your father."
Jimmy had pain and anger in his eyes, "I will never become like my father."
"She's right, Jimmy," the woman said gently, "You are relying on those evil books to help us out of our situations. That's exactly what he wants."
"How could you say that, ma?" Jimmy's voice cracked.
Jonathan locked you in with the books, dear," his mother's voice held all the sorrow a mother could have for her son, "He obviously wanted you to use them just as he had once upon a time."
Jimmy stepped forward angrily, "I am not my father!" he looked like he was about to slap Kree, and Kree cringed. Jimmy hesitated in shock and slowly backed away.
A tear rolled down the woman's face, "And you are no longer my son."
Jimmy took another step back. Then he turned around and ran away. Kree was about to run after him, but the woman said, "Stop."
Kree turned towards her, confused.