Moonspear good intentions

'Stuff'. That wasn't really a good answer. It actually showed him how very little she had done to make up for her mistake. Just... Stuff. He was angry at her, wanted her to get over herself and start contributing like her sisters. Ever since he had first seen she was meek unlike her sisters Charon had realised that he loved Julia less than them. He had felt guilty at first, but now there was no more guilt. Only resentment.

'Am I a screw up?' The question was somehow unexpected. He looked startled, felt a mixture of derision and guilt, like he should've somehow prevented this and that she should've prevented it herself. Like he should hug her now and tell her that papa would always love her, but he knew he wasn't going to. "You could do better," he said frankly and calmly. "But you're the only one who can change that, Julia. Me admitting or denying you're a screw up won't change fuck all." Well, so he thought, anyway. "So stop feeling sorry for yourself and just... fucking do something about it." He wasn't even angry, now — he was just disappointed and just... He was grateful that he had four healthy daughters, but why did one of them have to be such a dweeb?