He blinked, still in disbelief when he saw that little girl in her mother's arms, she was the spitting image of him, from her jet black hair to her purple eyes, she was a perfect mix of both, and that made him feel strange. Although he couldn't hate her, that little girl was his daughter. He took her into his arms and a small smile formed at the corners of his lips as he saw how the little girl reached for some of the strands of his hair and pulled them gently. "That hurts, you know?"