Morrigan said it confidently. Drusilla wasn't sure she could claim to know what anyone deserved. She had wanted him to suffer, but her wanting it didn't necessarily mean he had deserved it. There were things about her father she still wasn't sure she understood, and now probably never would. Had he known the impact he had on everyone around him? Had he done it on purpose or was it all impulse he had been unable to control?
She didn't regret it. She could never regret it. She didn't miss him; the air in the house had changed from the day his death had been announced and she could never miss the stifling feeling of living with him, whatever she thought about him as a man. But...
"I think he loved me," she admitted, running her fingertips over a crease in her skirt to smooth it. For some value of the word love, anyway; the only value that Dru had ever experienced.
She didn't regret it. She could never regret it. She didn't miss him; the air in the house had changed from the day his death had been announced and she could never miss the stifling feeling of living with him, whatever she thought about him as a man. But...
"I think he loved me," she admitted, running her fingertips over a crease in her skirt to smooth it. For some value of the word love, anyway; the only value that Dru had ever experienced.
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