Aurora looked at her father and could not believe what she was seeing. Even as he was, injured, alone, and about to start on fire, he still found it necessary to be snarky. It was just what she would have expected from him, and yet he still caught her off guard.
“Just help me,” he’d smirked, “and then we can go our separate ways.”
Aurora frowned. “Father,” she wondered, “what reason would I have to help you? I can see that, at best, you care not for me. At worst though, you hate me. Even now, I can read your thoughts easily. A part of you would rather die than accept help from me!”
"Aurora,” Jonathan sputtered, “what do you mean? I have always loved you!"
Jonathan held his gut and Aurora could not tell the extent of his injuries. His face and arms though, they were sprinkled with super
