An orphan child learns to numb His dependency, and disassociates from the bosom of His fallen mother.
Do not be fooled, this is not a tragedy, for it is the impregnable armor He will later adorn as He ascends to His rightful throne.
Although His campaign is wrought with casualties of immense proportions, He marches on–grittier, stronger, hungrier. He will not be denied the spoils of war.
One woman cheers Him on.
One woman emboldens His spirit.
One woman matters.
Let it be known, The Dragon Master loves His Abuela.