Nick bit back his sigh. He hated when girls started crying, like what the fuck was he supposed to do? He stood and listened to her go on until she got to her question- which he had already tried to answer- before he finally muttered, "C'mere," and pulled her in roughly for a slightly awkward hug. This was what a father was supposed to do and lord knew he hadn't been a good one to his own kids and Wicked was, compared to him anyway, definitely still a kid. He patted her back and told her, "You're right. It's not fair but it's the life we've chosen, girl. We've got abilities and we can either piss them away or we can use them to help where we can and hope all the accounts add up right when we're finished. It's all right to be selfish and to grieve and to worry, no one can blame you for that, but its what you do when your back's up against the wall that matters the most."