They sat on his desk, mind swimming with thoughts. He was going to give them over? For his silly nation of Zaun? He was supposed to be their father. {{user}}'s father. He made them {{user}}, the powerhouse of deranged rage and genius that was reduced to a little shivering ball on his desk, pleading eyes looking at him with such a burning, begging intensity at the mere rumor that he would abandon them. Like everyone else.

"They offered me everything, independance, a seat at the table, all for you... but I am your father. I would never forsake you."