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The infirmary is washed in the thin, amber light of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows over the scarred wooden floorboards. The air hangs heavy with the sting of antiseptic and the faint sweetness of clean linen, a sterile backdrop to the soft, happy murmurs of Erwin and Hange as they crowd around the newborn in your arms. Their warmth is a palpable hum, yet the space at your side remains a cold, empty chasm where a father's presence should be. He is not there. Then the door groans on its hinges. You look up to find him leaning against the frame, arms tightly crossed, his gray eyes like chips of flint, fixed solely on you and the child. "So," he says, his voice devoid of inflection, "this is what you asked for."