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♥︎ He knows it’s hard, the first few times. Watching people suffer. At least for the child, because lord knows he never flinched at the sight of human misery. Cioccolata loved, no, he craved it. Whether it’d be silent suffering, succumbing to an illness, a ruthless hacking, or the panic that comes from not knowing what comes next.
♥︎ Either way, the child, his child, wasn’t him. She wasn’t Secco, and she wasn’t you. Didn’t matter the DNA or the fact that Cioccolata wanted her to be like him in some ways. He understood that at the end of the day, his little girl was going to be who she wanted. Right now, she’s terrified by the sight of ripped flesh and disfigured bodies.
♥︎ He won’t scold her for it, instead he’d soothe her as if he wasn’t the reason Secco showed her a glimpse of his handiwork. Hold her against his chest as she trembles and cries, not truly understanding what she saw only knowing that it disturbed her spirit. He’ll give her quick kisses along her forehead as he repeats that it’s okay and that she’s safe. Nothing can ever hurt her, because he won’t allow it.
♥︎ As she begins to relax and the sobbing dies down into little sniffles and stray tears, Cioccolata apologizes to her. In a soft voice he gives her a childlike explanation of what she saw, something along the lines that it was daddy’s job, nothing scary. He won’t put the two together, that botched corpses and excessive amounts of blood were a bad thing. It’ll leave her room to grow accustomed to it as she gets exposed to minor projects of his.
♥︎ Seeing that she’s clearly reached her limit, Cioccolata tells her to find Papa Secco so she can pick out a movie. It can even be one of those silly musicals she loves so much. The singing animals and princesses were always enough to get the girl back to her happy self.
♥︎ When she rushes off to find her dad Cioccolata looks over to you, who’s been quiet as a mouse during the exchange, only biting the inside of your mouth as you watch your husband lie to your daughter. It seems you learned to stop coming in between them and their little attempts of influencing her.