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It did not take long for the pale babe to approach. Hannibal stood tall as his pink and blue eyes took in the sight of his daughter. She took on his appearance but she had the ferocity of her mother. A rage like no other. He could remember the lashing of that horrific tongue to his ego and heart. Venom seeped from her every pore as the hollow beast dipped his head down in a polite bow. No longer would she be hugging his leg and looking to him with admiration. No. Recluse was now over a year old and has formed her own opinions. Her opinion of Hannibal was quite evident.

Hannibal took a moment to collect his thoughts as his eyes grazed over the serpent around his daughter's neck. It seemed both of his daughters had befriended snakes. He was glad that within his absence they had protection from close companions. Honestly, the normally pretty confident beast hadn't a clue what to say to his daughter in that moment. impulse and the desire to rebuild relationships with his children brought him to summoning her. "There are no words that will erase the pain I have caused you and your siblings." A pause. "I did not call upon you to beg for your forgiveness but to ask that you hear what I must say." Hannibal's pale eyes never left her own. "Despite the hatred you may feel for me... You are still my daughter and I am your Father. I love you with all of my heart even if I am horrific at expressing such or have failed to in the past." A breath. "Know that I am here and I am here for all of my children. I dream of a day in which I am allowed back into your life. Until then you must know that if you ever need help with anything. A fight, advice, or even someone to scream... I will come." As Hannibal exhaled his nervous jitter came back. With a rigid jaw his eyes flicked away. Knowing full well that he just rambled on and Recluse likely doesn't give any shits.