Vanitas felt sick to his core.
'This is what a father is?'
As the scenes of Roman raising Karina replayed before him, that question refused to leave his mind.
"How far did he go with you?"
Karina's answer came after a pause. "As much as a father would."
Vanitas snapped.
"Cut it out with that bullshit!" He stepped forward and seized her shoulder. "Did he take away your innocence? Did he—"
The words caught in his throat. The question he wanted to ask was an uglier one he hated himself for even thinking.
'Did he deflower you?'
"…I don't want to answer that."
"You—why?! You're still defending him? Even now?" His voice shook with anger. "Listen to me. None of this is normal. Not a single part of it at all."
Karina freed her shoulder from his grasp, her fingers tightly curling into fists.
"How am I supposed to know what normal even is?!" she screamed back.
Normal was something she had never been given.
"Do you think I wanted to remember?!"
