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"…"
My father suddenly fell silent, the atmosphere darkened as I noticed him gripping his fists tightly, he seemed to be thinking about something very deeply.
"Have you ever wondered where you originate from?" He asked, suddenly glancing into my eyes.
"What do you mean? I come from… from mom, right?" I asked.
"Well, yes… but I mean your other half, the other half you keep hidden within your human half," he said. "Your mother both had the Bloodline of the Darkwood Fae and was a Dhampir, but she was still a human, technically. You inherited that part of her, being born unlike me."
"…"
"But as it was shown in that battle, beneath your skin, there's a part of me," he said. "You possess a fragment of my very being… this is how your mother was able to become pregnant, after all, I don't work… like humans do, you know? I think I don't have to explain more than that."
"I-I see…" I nodded.
