"I think so," I said. "She's just been... hanging out and getting to know the club. I can tell she's still worried about her dad, but she hasn't brought it up."
"She's waiting," he said. "Just like I told her. She knows how to follow orders. Like a soldier."
"Think Tinker raised her that way. All her talk about training feels like he was raising a warrior."
"Either that or he was terrified that someone with skill would find her," he mumbled thoughtfully.
"You think this sh.it runs deep?" I asked.
"I think for a man to abandon his club, for his brothers to go all tight-lipped, and for that man to raise his daughter away from society as a fighting machine tells us that this runs much deeper than any of us are prepared for."
He's got a point.
"You still want to help?" I asked.
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