[Having listened to two peasants tell the story of how and why they came to abandon their child at a temple, which has since burned down, killing many children including their own
] So that's how it was... Enough of your crap! I was born in a battleground. My whole village was burned. But still my dad and my mom fought back! Until they collapsed, spent... they never gave up. YOU know the truth about the horrible fate that awaits an abandoned child! A starving kid, collapsed by the road, clinging to his last handful of rice his parents gave him. "If I eat this, I'll forget what my parents look like." Fool! If he doesn't eat it, he'll die, but he just clings to it.