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I...

[she starts, and hesitates. it's hard, because - he's the only father she's ever had. it's so hard to untangle it, to take her experience as a child and look at it with the eyes of an adult, to think that what he did to her outbalanced the good times. sometimes, he was nice. sometimes, he bought her toys, or brought her fresh fruit, and other times, he handed her a dagger and said cut, and there was no argument she could make without getting the whip, until she just stopped arguing. sweet, obedient throné.

she struggles now. but.]

I suppose I didn't like him either. [she says finally, but she's... sad. she's always so sad.]