Redhawk Caldera the old bridge is on fire and i’m the one to blame

“Coon,” Fox mumbled, the name falling off her tongue like ashes. Her fucking father had done this? After everything he had ingrained in her goddamn head, he had done... unspeakable things. Not only that, but he had attempted to cover them up, because he couldn't own up to the consequences. Her whole body went numb. Either that or it was burning with such intense emotion that she couldn't even feel it any longer. Her butt hit the ground with a thump, and she sat, dumbstruck with what the odds were.

“Magpie, I…” she trailed off, not sure what she should even say. It made even more sense now why she had felt drawn to the girl. Why she had taken her in. Why she had always been protective of her. Why she had cared for her unconditionally. Fox had done the same for Robin. Her sister. Her blood. Bile curdled in her throat, and she swallowed hard to keep it down.

Her brain's next reaction was to rationalize. Raven must have done something to trick him. She must have been evil. Surely it was a different Coon from a different Crestwood far, far away. Actually, it wasn't even Coon at all! It was Goon, and Magpie had gotten his surname wrong. Deep down, though, Fox knew that Magpie spoke the truth, and her tiny brain had finally connected the dots.

“It was my father. He tried to kill you because he didn’t want to be shunned. I can’t… I don’t even know what to say.” It was Coon who had enforced things back home. It was he who had carried tradition through the generations. Only to take a giant shit on all of it, then try to cover it up. It was a good thing that Crestwood was a far, far away place.