Did you really want me to dive once again into the abyssal fire and come out with scorched wings?

Between you and me, it isn't a fond memory.

I'd much rather fly over such a thing, if I may say.

Let's talk about them instead.

Frieddman's ilegitimate offspring, born from his brief love affair with a maid.

Antonina,

and Alexander.

The only ones who ever cared about me.