But now that feeling of justice, of balance, and of satisfaction was replaced when he saw his father cowering on the floor in fear of his own son. Now he felt as if he had burned the very flag he once worshipped, had removed the ground from under the same tall being who lifted him up long before he learned how to fly. Even if he never used force on anyone like the Psyche Master did, Papa Smurf was still someone that deserved to be respected for taking care of his own, and what Empath did to him made Empath wonder if that was ever a way to respect anyone of Papa Smurf's stature.
As Empath drifted back into sleep, he remembered thinking about how his life would be different if and once he ever left Psychelia. Now he wished he never knew how different it would really be.