[ He sighed, and his hands drift, around her shoulders. ]
A mistake? I've made plenty of them.
[ Mistakes. He bears the weight of one of them on his face β was it the mistake of trust? Or the mistake of lashing out? It's a complicated thing. It's his mistake, it's Vander's rage, forcing him to pay for it. The mistake he'd made on the bridge, and there were plenty of others.
But Jinx? ]
Not you. You're perfect, you know that. How could you be a mistake?
[ He'd said it before, after all. Over, and over again. The delusions of a man who couldn't do more than wrap his daughter up in affirmations of her perfections, instill confidence β but did it work like that? Did it really work like that? ]
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A mistake? I've made plenty of them.
[ Mistakes. He bears the weight of one of them on his face β was it the mistake of trust? Or the mistake of lashing out? It's a complicated thing. It's his mistake, it's Vander's rage, forcing him to pay for it. The mistake he'd made on the bridge, and there were plenty of others.
But Jinx? ]
Not you. You're perfect, you know that. How could you be a mistake?
[ He'd said it before, after all. Over, and over again. The delusions of a man who couldn't do more than wrap his daughter up in affirmations of her perfections, instill confidence β but did it work like that? Did it really work like that? ]