It's not a phase, DAD

The male turned, barking an absentminded greeting as he doused his head in water again before paddling off to meet her. She felt a pit of dread in her stomach as he walked closer, her single eye straining as she began recognizing scars on the male's face, scars that she remembered staring up at when she was younger. When he made it to shore, Potema was stunned beyond belief. She saw his eyes clearly now, and there was no mistaking it. White. There were only four people she knew with white eyes: Damien, Cicero, Kelorth, and...

"F-father?!" She stammered. It had to be him! There was no mistaking his face after that time in the snow, far away as that moment was. Regardless of the lack of hardness in his eyes, or the red pawprint of the Dark Brotherhood, it had to be him. It had to...