later i took you in , my brother son , out of a sense of duty , and i kept my eye over the soil and watered it with my sweat and a perception of my hardships and sacrifices and my own perceived offerings to fate for what i had done to my first wife and what it had cost me , and at first it was an offering out of hope for forgiveness and recompense , but soon i became nothing but a machine and forgot to keep an eye on the skies or an understanding of why i had turned myself into a slave .