"Ahh yes, the weakness. We've seen that so many times, yet each time you think that it's something new. You've been weak Arvin. I've watched you push it all away for something that what? Gives you this? Is this what you wanted? Your own daughter among those broken pieces? Lying among the broken glass?"

She paces across his line of sight, each time she turns to start back again her eyes meet his, cold and glassy as if without any emotion for whatever bond they could have had. "I was tired of hearing about your great sacrifices, if I had known that I was to be one of them?" Her form leaned against the broken stone as if she was really there and able to touch and feel, or perhaps it was just his mind forcing reality where there was none left to grip onto. "If you had been my father, things would have gone differently. Perhaps I would have died walking across the glass, ironic that when you fell I helped you, yet when I fell you left me to bleed."