Larksong Grotto monster

I'm so sorry for being so slow on this y'all. Wanna wrap this one up?

She just wanted to be loved.

And that he did. Hiram loved his daughter more than he could even express. She was a piece of his heart that had somehow left his body and had sprouted legs. That was why it hurt so much to see his daughter direct so much hatred toward her half brothers. It made him feel as if his entire heart was engaged in a bloody civil war. "I do love you," the broken hearted father urged. "You're my little girl, and nothing -- no one can change that." Not even this act of violence could stop him from loving his daughter. He feared her, yes -- for what she may do to his family.

Jhala spoke, and Hiram found himself wishing for the same things. She was right, after all. He had tried to do to much. He alone could not make his family come together. They were imperfect, and to think anything more of them was naïve. But a fresh start, that was exactly what they needed. "A fresh start. Please." However, as much as he wanted to start over and forget, Hiram wasn't particulalry sure he would ever be able to let something like this go. He could try, and if Laurel did too, perhaps that would be enough.