He remembered his mother’s face. He remembered Mr. Ping’s noodle soup. He remembered Shifu’s patience. He remembered the Five’s trust. He cupped his paws together, not to block, but to hold .
Po smiled, tears on his fur. “And I know you chose me. That makes you just as real.” kung fu panda 2 po
Po nodded, not understanding. He tried to meditate. He tried to clear his mind. But all he saw was the cruel, laughing face of Shen, and the phantom of his real mother, setting him in a radish crate to float away. He remembered his mother’s face
Inner peace.
Po didn’t run. He walked straight toward the cannon. Shen laughed. “Finally accepting your death, panda?” He remembered Shifu’s patience
Po knelt down and hugged his goose father. “Dad,” he whispered. “I know about my real parents.”
He stood up.
