"You won't find it," Schiller said with a smile. There was not much malice hidden in it, so it did not look much like gloating.
"The problem goes back to where it started," Schiller continued. "Although your appearance has returned to youth now, you're clearly already over fifty. Your abilities and experience mean you can never return to the ignorant days of boyhood. And you already have children. You've reached the age where you should be guiding them."
At the mention of children, Deathstroke's expression turned reminiscent. Then he heard Schiller continue, "Many parents in this world are like this. They look like mature adults, starting families and raising children. But in reality, they have many unresolved problems of their own. And so generational trauma keeps being passed down, causing the same tragedies in different eras."
That made Deathstroke think of his own father. After undergoing human modification, his almost perfectly developed brain allowed him to recall many details from his childhood. That man had clearly been very immature. He had started a family too early, had no desire to take responsibility, vented violence wantonly, and knew nothing else.
Thinking about it now, he had also been a Loser who had lost every battle. And his failure had led to Deathstroke's failure. That made Deathstroke feel a little panicked, because he was not sure whether his own failure had been passed on to his children.
"What should I do?" Deathstroke asked.
"Remember what I said? The most important thing is not to forget that all of them are you. Society's discipline doesn't work on you. What's so bad about that?"
"Just like you guessed, overindulgence nearly killed me," Deathstroke said. "I don't want to go through that again. But it's hard to make sure I won't lose control again."
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