“So, I’m sort of confused. I’m the son of a legend. Wouldn’t the Nachos be happy to see me? They seem… almost scared.”
Matt looked down at the ground, avoiding my eyes.
“Let me tell you something, Josh. Many soldiers, especially well-known, important ones, like your father, don’t have children. Can you guess why?”
I racked my brain.
Then, it came to me.
“I’m a weakness,” I said, my heart sinking.
“Exactly,” Matt said. “Person would do anything, anything, for you. So what would happen if you were captured?”
My heart sank even more as I mulled over Matt’s words.
“So it would just be easier to kill me?”