Kung Fu Panda 2 | Po

Po knelt down and hugged his goose father. “Dad,” he whispered. “I know about my real parents.”

Po smiled, tears on his fur. “And I know you chose me. That makes you just as real.”

Shifu opened one eye. “The past is a wound, Po. Do not pick at the scab.” kung fu panda 2 po

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 .

Days later, the Furious Five and Po rode to Gongmen City. Shen had returned, and his metal army was swallowing China. When they arrived, the city was silent as a grave. The peacock stood on a balcony, white feathers like knives. Po knelt down and hugged his goose father

The sun over the Jade Palace was a fat, happy yolk, but Po couldn’t taste it. He sat on the steps, cradling a bowl of noodles he hadn’t touched. The memory of the peacock’s feather, that searing brand of fire and metal, had cracked something inside him. Not his shell—his memory .

He lay in the rubble of an old storehouse. Dust motes floated in a beam of light. His heart hammered. The Five were fighting outside, but Po couldn’t move. The darkness was swallowing him. “And I know you chose me

“You don’t even know who you are!” Shen screeched, dodging a Wuxi Finger Hold. “You are nothing! A mistake left in a box!”