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"Papa, are you ever...disappointed in me and how I turned out?"

   Artorias blinked. His mouth might as well have been held ajar by how taken back the question had him. What a fool he was being, he had a duty as a father to fulfill. “No, starlight. No. Never!” he assured her with a tone that hinted that the words had left some personal wound. Without a second thought, he ushered her into a tender embrace, his arms comforting and warm around her. He peeled back to look her straight in the eye. Fingers coaxed a lock of hair behind her ear, a habit he quickly formed in her early years as a show of affection. It was all he wanted her to feel: loved and adored, for that was all she was to him. 

   A dark cloud of doubt crossed his features. Not meant for her, but for himself. “Did I... do something that would make thou think’st so?”