Bery stared at her father. The only feature of his that she bore was some of the whiteness of his hair. Overall, she looked nothing like him. The man breathed a bit more smoothly after a bit, and his eyes opened.
"Bery? Is that you?"
The kitten wanted to deny it. He'd been mumbling her mother's name in his sleep the whole time, yet he'd mustered her name.
Bery nodded. "You remembered…"
Yehrmin looked over to her, lacking the strength to lift his head. His aged face was wrinkled all over. Despite everything, he smiled. "You really do look exactly like her."
Bery shook, her chest tightening.
The man continued, his face growing solemn. "I'm sorry. In the end, I am a terrible person."
Bery's eyes widened. Of all things he could say. She expected him to yell at her. Perhaps he would wish she was dead, and then her heart could find comfort in hating him.
Yehrmin swallowed. "I know you probably hate me. You should hate me. I honestly don't deserve to live."
