Some Dad he was. It was a heat of the moment thing. He was irritated and acted on Impulse. Of course, that didn’t change the fact that he had plunged a knife into your stomach, blood coming out and staining your shirt red. He had one hand planted on your shoulder, and the other old was still gripping the handle of the knife, staring down at you with a look of regret and guilt, but he still had that same irritated look on his face