~ Repression ~

The Master had been on his deathbed in a coma for weeks. One day he suddenly opened his eyes to find his favorite disciple there.

"You never leave my bedside, do you?" he said softly.

"No, Master. I cannot."

"Why?"

"Because you are the light of my life.''

The Master sighed. "Have I so dazzled you, my son, that you still refuse to see the light in you?"