[Kind of just. looks at him in surprise -- since, wow is that the least jerk-y you've ever been to him? He looks a little cautious, still, clearly waiting for him to say something scathing instead]
[...]
... My father... he hated magic. He had his reasons, but it blinded him. And I grew up wishing to be an heir -- a son that he could be proud of, and I believed him in all things and strove to be as he was. Something would happen, whenever my opinion was swayed -- and as a result, I didn't realize my mistake until it was... until some time had passed.