audrey/herc.
The better question might be what don't I?
When my wife died, I dragged my kid halfway across the planet so I could... make sense of what had happened, and try to make it right. I couldn't bring her back, but I could kill the reason she was dead, and I was good at it. Chuck spent the rest of his life angry at me and angry at the world. I was more focused on learning how to kill kaiju than I was on being a father. We were co-pilots, eventually. I shut him out, so he shut me out. And then I did something stupid and got myself grounded, so he had to make the sacrifice play instead. What kind of father lets By then, there was nothing I could do to fix everything I'd done wrong. We were out of time. We're looking at over a decade's worth of shit that I can never fix.