"Yeah, no shit!" It practically explodes out of her; she can't really hide her outrage, and also isn't exactly trying to. "Fuck that - the fucking - what was he thinking? If he didn't have a safe place to put you, then he wasn't fuckin' ready, and if you're not fucking ready you don't fucking move on the enemy!"

It isn't just the neglect, although that spikes her heart with a hard memory of a man and a woman dead in their chairs, of hungry and fear. She was raised to work in the shadows, and do it well - not just effectively, but with a care for her soul, and for the collateral damage.

It's bad enough that this dude hurt his kids, bad. But he was also being stupid.

"Demons are immortal, sounds like? So it's in no fucking hurry, why was he? Bide your time, do your homework, make contacts - you're talking like there's a community, am I right? - hell, those contacts can probably help you figure out how to keep your kids safe - "

And then she arrests herself.

"Sorry. He's your dad, it's not my place."