He blinked, holding the little girl in his arms. It was strange to him– how humans worked. How this little girl had his eyes, his smile, even though she was so little. And she had your hair, your nose. How she was the color of the perfect mix of you both. The thing that was even more strange to him was how it made him feel. Like she was the only thing that mattered to him. Even though she was tugging on his hair right now, he could never hate her. She was his daughter. "That hurts y'know?"