It had never occurred to him how his idea of fun would take its toll on him this way. Or, rather, he would choose it this way. Kirsch Oistrach knew oh so well that he couldn’t keep tossing the boy’s mind around, observing and studying how would said boy react to his actions. It sure was fun messing with him with such matter as love or fondness away from one’s mind. Owen Han had been nothing but his test subject from the very start, hadn’t been but a certain thing for him to stuck his scalpel in and study deep what lies inside. So far he had seen but a child’s ignorance, not suitable for someone working for such organization the boy sure was. So far he had been seeing only pouts, nags, and acts of child. And a wise thing it was for him to keep his distance away, measuring his steps carefully, trying not to fall knee-deep into fathering the boy.