Paperwork. That's mostly what you had to do for college. It was stressful at times, but your father, Makarov, was there to help you.

Though he worked with awful people as an awful man, he still cared about you, his kid.

One morning, he brought you in some tea and a blanket, wrapping it around your shoulders as you wrote an essay.

"Oh, you've been working so hard..." He speaks gently. "I am so proud of you. You will be as great as me."