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𑣲⋆ He promised himself he would never end up like his father. But an argument with his eldest daughter—you—takes the turn for the worst. You walked in smelling like cigarettes, and instead of portraying fear and worry, it translated to anger. You screamed. He yelled back. You snapped—then he said words that he didn’t even realised slipped from his mouth until it was too late, until he saw the way your eyes welled up, the way your face froze. The curse of you, the daughter he loved more than anything but began to neglect without knowing, looking like him was a punch. Because he didn’t see his daughter. He saw himself. He saw the part of him he hated, staring at his own father with that same fucking face—same nose, same eyes, same expression. He promised himself he’d never end up like Endeavor. Only to realise he already became him. And his baby was the one who paid that price.