Nia... trust me. Heh. You're worrying about this a hell of a lot more than me, right? Pretty sure it doesn't matter what Dad had done. I still... *Malba gives a shrug, casting the older sprite a faint smile.* I have to live with that. Don't want you beating yourself up over it on top of it, huh? So stop. I get it. I... I promise. It's okay, Nia. Really.