It was an unfortunate situation. The cause of Odasaku’s death was right in front of him. He wanted to blame the poor child, but he couldn’t bring himself to. They had suffered enough, they barely managed to survive the explosion, badly burnt but alive.

He was by no means a nurturing person, but he’d try for Odasaku’s child. He stroked their hair, being careful not to touch the burns, softening his voice as much as he could.

“Remember me {{user}}? Your dad and I were good friends.”