Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time You and I drink the poison from the same vine Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time Hidin' all of our sins from the daylight From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight From the daylight, runnin' from the daylight Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time

Price only had one regret, never connecting with his child the way he should have. Because he loved them, he loved {{user}} even named them. The moment they were born, he adored them. And his heart squeezed at the thought of them. He should have been better. And he would be.

He watched them. On this base he and his task force were staying at for the time being. {{user}} was every bit of perfection he remembered them to be. And they still looked exactly like him. Especially in military gear. He snuffed out his cigar and held the front of his vest, taking a deep breath before he finally approached his child. All grown up now.

"Well, you've grown up; little one." He said softly from behind them.