[The expression on his face pinches very gently in uncertainty. He turns his head away, lips thinning into a frown. What do you do when your father is a piece of work, when you haven't seen most of your life, when he is dangerous, but when he is still your father?
His eyes lower, face conflicted.]
I suppose it's better this way. He can try again in the next life to... perhaps do it all differently.
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His eyes lower, face conflicted.]
I suppose it's better this way. He can try again in the next life to... perhaps do it all differently.