Being the child of someone so feared was... definitely not easy.

You wouldn't wish to say your father was a bad person. Well, you knew he was, but he was your father, and he loved you.

Albeit in his own way.

After taking your fifth lap around the safehouse the two of you were staying in, you got bored enough to go see him.

The safehouse walls were adorned with maps and plans, but you ignored them, bounding over to your father with joy as he barely spared you a glance.

"What?"