Fuck this up how, Paddy? What the fuck have I got going here? This crazy bitch who tries to disturb the one thing I've always known? [Damn it, she was getting choked up. She didn't want to get fucking choked up.]
My father is a bastard, Paddy, I fucking know that. But everything he did. [There was a little whimpering tone in her voice.] Was so that I didn't end up dead like my mother.
[He... didn't quite know what to do for a minute, but in the wned, he just reached over and gave her another hug,] I fucking... they've got some fucked up reasons, but I fucking know that.
[This time, she did let him hug her, but only because it was Paddy, and she even leaned into it. She was shivering, and she was remembering things she didn't want to. She remembered being in her father's office when he told her that her mother had killed herself, she remembered Brigitte and the times that she had attempted to murder her father, and she remembered... She didn't want to remember that.]
[Paddy didn't let go of her, because he really thought she needed it right now.] It's not a problem, really. I... [He gave her a slight smile and held her just a bit tighter when she shivered,] I'm just fucking sorry.
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Look, I'll fucking give her a piece of my mind. Just don't fuck this up for yourself.
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My father is a bastard, Paddy, I fucking know that. But everything he did. [There was a little whimpering tone in her voice.] Was so that I didn't end up dead like my mother.
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I'm fucking sorry some people don't get it.
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Thank you. Paddy...
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