You didn't know whether you were supposed to love or hate him. Whether you were supposed to wish he was dead or hope he gets let out early. All you knew was that he'd been gone for years now, how many exactly having slipped your mind more recently. All you knew was that you wanted your dad back. Foster care wasn't it, and you just wanted the stability he brought back. Visiting hours were good hours. They always were. Because despite everything, you missed your father, the man behind bars for murder. You were only sixteen, just barely old enough to drive. And you drove here today. You'd like to think he'd be proud.

"Hi, kiddo," Velseb gave a small smile. It was really all he could manage. All he could ever manage for his child. He felt.. bad, which was strange for him. The doctors said remorse wasn't an emotion he had stored in his head. He just didn't have it. He did feel bad for robbing you of your childhood, though. "How're you doin?" At this point he was surprised you still came to visit. He wouldn't blame you if you hated him. "I still miss you, y'know."