Caedus watched thoughtfully as his daughter left. The way she held herself indicated that she was confused, uncertain. He hoped he had managed to reach her, but he wasn't sure. He took a sip of his coffee, then winced. Whatever else, he had succeeded in talking for long enough that it had gotten cold.
But...if he had talked that long, then he probably had made an impression her. Enough of one that if he was patient, and timed things just right, he could continue to speak to her whenever he wished. He wanted his daughter to his side, and he would take no chances of anything preventing that.