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His ears fell back in sympathy at her words. He was also angry, though he wouldn't dare show it to his son. He was angry, but he still loved Sunny very much. He was hurt and confused, but likely, so was his son. "I know, baby," he soothed, sitting down and splaying his paws wide enough to leave a space for her, if she wanted it. "It's okay to be angry, and hurt, and confused. Just remember that Sunny isn't doing this to hurt you - so let's not do anything to try and hurt him, if we can help it. I know it's no fair, and I know it's hard to want good things for someone when you're mad at them. But if you look deep in your heart, I think you'll remember that the Sunny we know is probably wanting good things for us, even though he's far away."

He dropped another kiss to the top of her head. "But if you're not ready yet, you can keep being angry. Sometimes, you just have to burn it all out before you're ready to feel good again." He looked down at her - across at her, nearly - and a mournful look came into his eyes. "I don't like to tell many people, but I - I have a real problem with my anger," he revealed, wondering if this would be news to his daughter, or if it would be like telling her the sky was blue.