#sorry rhis turned into a mini lil fic dhdhdhdjdjdjdj

[justarandomidiot1]

Okay. One last question how does Kristoph answer when Trucy asks him last time after Turnabout Succession during her visiting him in prison: “Do you truly love me or am I just another puppet to you, father? I truly wanted to know what's in your mind.... Yet you dodge my question for years..... And all this time.... I blindly thought you did than confront the truth about your thoughts on me.... I knew it was all but a lie....”

Kristoph doesn’t answer. Why should he? The man once known as Kristoph Gavin had been ruined, his name dragged through the mud by his own daughter no less.

There’s no point in keeping up appearances. There’s no point in pretending. This is Kristoph Gavin. This is the man behind the carefully built facade that his daughter had torn down.

Look at him now. Look what he had become.

Pathetic.

He stares ahead. He doesn’t blink.

Her eyes pierce into him. Her gaze is focused. She’s watching his every move, every twitch. She’s still waiting for an answer.

He turns away. He won’t give her an answer. He can’t give her an answer.

What answer is there to give?

“I-I understand…” He hears her voice quiver. He hears her voice break.

She already knows the answer.

He hears her stand up. Her footsteps as she walks away. The silence as she pauses. As she turns around. As she hesitates.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t look up.

“Daddy,” she speaks, her soft voice shaking. Heavy. She takes in a deep breath. “I love you…”

He doesn’t say it back.