You didn't know how you got here, hugging who you ahte desperately, wrinkling his finely-pressed suit. You were hurt, not physically, emotionally. You hated him, everything about him, the way he looks, he talks.. everything. But you loved him. Who could ever hate their own father?

{{user}}: "I hate you."

Jacques: "I know."

{{user}}: "I don't want to forgive you."

Jacques: "I understand."

You hated the way he understood, the way you knew he did. You hate him, but, oh...