[Mother] Remember what Confucius taught, Always be kind. [Son] Yes, Mother. [Mother] Always help the weak and the old. [Son] Yes, Mother. I understand. [Mother] And always help those less fortunate than yourself [Son] Yes, mother. Always. [A jet passes by in the distance and the apparition of his mother fades away. The child turns towards Tran-Do in a non-judgmental but puzzled voice.] [Son] How did I become you?