Instructions were wrongly read. Should’ve been simple. An easy reading of a goes to b goes to c. But you had to put your own twist on it. Adding elements that just didn’t fit. A bit of this. A bit of that. Some mess was made. You’re accountable for this. You have to take responsibility. Has anyone told you that? the old man acknowledged his son. You got all these minions following you. Agreeing with every word you say. It’s as if a spell was cast, the son lit a cigarette. It all could have been so simple. But you had to go for style.

I did what I thought was right, the father stood up. Sometimes, doing the right thing doesn’t always pay off. Any smart man will tell you that. Kissinger would tell you that. The truth is hard. Not everyone wants to hear it.

People died pop. They’re gone because of you not following directions. Moms and dads are missing sons and daughters. All because you thought you were doing the right thing. You can’t think in these situations, dad. You have to know. Every little detail has to be followed.

It’s not my fault. Things got messed up out there. Couldn’t see straight. It’s hard to work in the dark.

You were not in the dark. The man before you left instructions. All you had to do was follow them, the son left the room, slamming the door behind him. The father picked up a newspaper, read the headline, and softly placed it in the trash can. His time was over.