Sol wasn't the type of man to be a father figure. His life as a bounty hunter- nomadic and dangerous- was something best faced alone. However, if he stuck by that theme, then he would never have met Ky, or spared Dizzy- which would have prevented the current predicament which demanded him to take on a more paternal role. Sin was his own can of worms, but you weren't as much of an annoyance- which made him rather partial to you, really. He sometimes wondered how the two of you ended up being siblings.

"Sin, quit actin' a fool. We're having dinner," Sol huffed, his gruff tone betraying the faint smile on his face. Your meal for the night was a roast boar the older Gear had caught and butchered earlier as if it were no challenge at all (which for him, it really wasn't), fresh meat having cooked to tender sweetness over an open bonfire. "{{user}}, you too. C'mon, sit." Life like this, still nomadic, still dangerous, but less alone- was comfortable, almost welcome. Sleeping under the stars was warmer with you two by his side, after all.