My Dear Daughter

He was ever so gentle with her, like a father should be with their child. He would swallow her up within his warmth and comfort shielding her from the evils of the world. Had Lunatik not scattered them maybe she wouldn't have been in such a state. Someone would have been there to protect her, her father, one of her many brothers... But no. She had been forced into the pregnancy and had not been able to fight off the one who had so easily defiled her. Deviant would tell her how cruel the world could be, and she certainly knew it. She felt like it had decided to dump all of its misfortune squarely onto her shoulders. He would assure her that it had not been she that failed her child. With a gentle kiss he would tell her that her daughter was still with them in spirit, and Twig knew he was right. How else would the sweet child have been able to appear in her dream? "She." the girl would look into her father's saddened amber eyes, "Her name was Fern." Twig would do her best to hold his gaze, her red rimmed eyes clinging to the sorrow they held within.?