[Since coming here, the concept's come up once or twice. Still, the Balladeer frowns, letting the open script droop forward against his chest for a moment.]
I don't think he could be my father. Could he? He doesn't know I exist - honestly, I don't think I would wish that on him.
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[Since coming here, the concept's come up once or twice. Still, the Balladeer frowns, letting the open script droop forward against his chest for a moment.]
I don't think he could be my father. Could he? He doesn't know I exist - honestly, I don't think I would wish that on him.