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Nassun flops to a stop, dazed and breathless. Nothing really hurts yet. By the time the world settles and she begins to understand what's happened - Daddy hit me, knocked me off the wagon - Daddy has scrambled down the slope and is crying her name as he crouches beside her and helps her to sit up. Really crying. As Nassun blinks away dust and the stars that obscure her vision, she reaches up in confusion to touch Daddy's face, and finds it streaked wet.
"I'm sorry," he says. "I'm so sorry, sweetening. I don't want to hurt you, I don't, you're all I have left--" He jerks her close and holds her tightly, although it hurts. She has bruises all over. "I'm so sorry. I'm so - rusting - sorry! Oh, Earth, oh, Earth, you evil son of a ruster! Not this one! You can't have this one too!"
These are sobs of grief, long and throat-scraping and hysterical. Nassun will understand this later (and not very much later). She will realize that in this moment, her father is weeping as much for the son he murdered as for the daughter he has injured.
In the moment, however, she thinks, He still loves me, and starts crying, too.
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