"My father died of a fever," Raine said abruptly, surprising herself with the fact that the words were coming out of her. "Delirious. And I was eleven, at the time. He didn't know me, at first, nor did I remember him. So-- cordial. Eventually." It was stilted and awkward and the most personal she'd been with someone in some time. Especially someone who wasn't Kratos or Pepper.

She shook herself, and consciously didn't fold her arms. "But that past mattered. If I may-- what impact did your father's actions have? A significant one, even if you didn't remember?"