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[no_innocents]

I clawed my son's chest to ribbons when he stood in the path of my destruction. The mark will not heal and I know it pains him for its existence, to know the father who loves him could harm him so.

It pains us both.

Was the one precious to you injured in the mess or is the wound merely emotional?

[mrballisticsdummy]

Hm. Collateral damage is inevitable, but it doesn't make it easier. But, uh...I forced Connor to keep from killing him, not from harming him.

He'll heal.

[no_innocents]

To be blunt, Jacobi:

Not without attention.

Which I have learned from... several conversations of my own.

[mrballisticsdummy]

I meant physically.

Emotionally? I don't know. I'm not good at that.

[no_innocents]

...nor am I.

Ask me to configure a contraption to blot the sun from the sky and I will show you a dozen dozen prototypes. Ask me how to return the feeling of safety to my son's heart in my presence and my hands remain empty.

Perhaps... two minds may be better than one?

[mrballisticsdummy]

Yeah, maybe. I've never had a kid, though, so I don't know. I know my own dad was kind of shitty, but not - claw my chest shitty.

I have a thousand problems to fix and only time to do it. I know that there isn't much I can do right away. But Rita's coming here every day. She's one of the ones I have to fix.

I think I'm going to start there.

[no_innocents]

Would you care for me to keep an eye on your young man, at the very least?

[mrballisticsdummy]

...yeah, actually.

As long as you don't let him know that you are.

[no_innocents]

You do remember who you're talking to, do you not?