Call Me Your Son

Jafar knows this game. He's played it for years now. He always has the last word and he always walks away feeling like he's been defeated, like he's lost. Lost what? Only something he's never had. He smiles, his eyes wide and frozen with helpless, seething anger. "No apology needed, father." Jafar and his father have their daily chat, along with all the pain and rage it entails.