"Your mother would rather I be gutted like a fish than step foot in my path again." Maybe that was his failure was letting her slip away in the first place. His cracked his knuckles as he could feel the tension rising just thinking about that woman and her disrespect. He was the coward that didn't want to ask her back.
"I did at one time. Softness is weakness though, and I will not be weak again." He'd lost more than the small portion of his heart that had been saved by the light Amphitrite brought it. It was dark, black and vengeful now. He wasn't even sure this little sprite of a daughter could fix it.