" that’s adorable, " she said, tilting her head slightly, her voice soft and thick with mockery.
" you speak of conviction like it’s some sort of currency, like dying for something no one respects is noble. your father didn’t stand for anything. he was a man with too ++
a breath passed between them.
“tied to a legacy that will never die. but this time,” he added, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes again, “they won’t remember her as the woman who built it. they’ll remember her as the one who gave birth to it. to you.”