"I know you don't care about that, but I care whether my family is on the street or not if something happened to me." Then Sophie started to cry. Fuck, this wasn't boding well. "Yeah, Daddy's just being an asshole. Here, come here," and he held out his arms for her. He was less worried about her cursing and more worried about her tears.
He finally got her to let go of Remy long enough for him to take her. "Shh, shh, Daddy's not going anywhere." But it didn't help much. She still buried her face in his chest, her hand bumping the metal plate briefly. Then she frowned and lifted her head, mad at the thing on his chest. "This thing!" And she hit it as hard as she could with her little fist repeatedly. "It kill Daddy! It hurt Daddy!"
"Ow! Ow! Ow! No, Sophie, that hurts, stop!" and he grabbed her little hand. "No, this helps Daddy. He only needs it for a little while longer. Then it will be all gone."
She hiccupped, tiny tears had already streamed down her face. "Promise?"
"Promise," he said, kissing her on the forehead and hugging her.