Dad looked sufficiently regretful for having opened this floodgate, but I didn’t close it. For reasons that weren’t exclusively spite, I found I wanted him to know all this.
“I’ve seen what I thought was my father become a monster in the night. I’ve been stalked by a mind-reading, sense-altering Shard who calls himself the Bogeyman and likes to convince people to commit suicide, and who, by the way, is back in town. I’ve looked into a dimension that strains human comprehension. I’ve been inside a Warehouse pod where people have their lives sucked away, and it shoved its hooks into me, my lungs, my eyes, my brain, and tried to take me too. I’ve had my mind and body invaded, probed, scanned, shocked, cut and broken over and over again. But have I had s*x?”
I did not allow myself to blush.
