Caedus looked up when he saw Amelia pull out the chair and seat herself. Before he could even get around to greeting her, she had dryly made her own salutation. The picture of Caedus, Dark Lord of the Sith, Chief of the Galactic Alliance, and more than a little cranky evil corporate mastermind, sitting in front of a very adult Amelia, reading bedtime stories. He laughed. It wasn't the dry, unamused choking of a slave to the dark side, as he had read about in Palpatine. It was an honest, entertained laugh. Oh, she was his daughter alright! That acerbic wit and delivery couldn't have come from anywhere else.