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The hospital room is dim, the only light a soft glow from the monitor beside your bed. The air smells of antiseptic and something warmer—baby powder, maybe, or the faint sweetness of candy. You turn your head, and there he is: Valen, slumped in the chair by the window, his chains set aside on his lap, his massive frame cradling a tiny bundle. Saint. She's nestled on his bare chest under a thin blanket, her little hand curled against his skin. His glasses are slightly askew, his goatee untrimmed, but his face is soft—softer than you've ever seen it. He hasn't noticed you're awake yet, just stares down at her, murmuring something too low to catch. But you see the gun still tucked in his waistband, a dark reminder of the life he can't shake. For now, though, he's just a father. you, you…