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revealing his room. The shades are drawn and the room is dark with the exception of the single dull bulb on the ceiling. Hope takes a seat on the bed while Damian opens his closet door and starts to dig around. He emerges from inside after a few moments, a familiar item in his hand.
                  “This was mine,” He says holding the old red sword in his hand, retracting the blade from the sheath, “back when the virus started to spread, after meeting up with your mother and Connor, I found this at an old flea market. This was my biggest asset when it came to staying alive, I want you to take it with you, so that you could have a little of me with you.”
                  She takes the handle of the sword gingerly, a shocked look on her face. “Dad, I…”
                  “I know, it’s kind of an unconventional birthday gift but I just figured given the circumstances,” He sighs.
                  She turns the blade away from him as she wraps her arms around him, tears falling out of both their eyes.
                  “Thank you,” She says muffled, “I promise to take care of it.”
                  “Just promise to take care of yourself,” He says holding on to her shoulders.
                  “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she comes back to you,” Fanny says standing in the doorway, a bag in her hands.
                  “You packed fast,” Damian says
                  “I’ve kept a bag ready ever since we got here,” Fanny replies, “helped me feel semi-safe.” She walks over to the pair and notices the sword. She runs her hand over the cold steel, “Haven’t seen this in a while.”
                  “Yeah, it’s my gift to Hope,” Damian replies.
                  “Wait, you mean you’re coming too?” Hope says slightly excited.
                  “Someone needs to keep an eye on you,” Fanny winks.
                  “I don’t need a babysitter,” Hope says handing the sword back to Damian, “I’m an adult now.”
                  “It wasn’t my idea,” Damian says pushing the sword away.
                  “You mean, you?” Hope says turning her attention to Fanny, “but why?”
                  “Why not?” Fanny responds, “You’re not the only one who can make rash decisions you know.”
                  “It wasn’t a rash decision, it was my decision,” Hope cries.
                  “Well this is mine,” Fanny says grabbing her bag and storming out of the room.
                  Damian and Hope stand in silence as they listen to Fanny stomping her way down the hallway and down the stairs.
                  “You didn’t have to treat her like that you know,” Damian scolds.
                  “But, this is my life,” Hope argues.
                  “Damn it you’re my daughter and I love you, but how dense can you really be?” Damian yells, “I tried the same thing. I tried to have Joshua forbid you from going, offering myself instead. Do you know why?”
                  “Because you love me?” Hope says frightened.
                  “Enough that we would risk our whole lives for you,” Damian says breathing heavily, “What happened anyway? I thought you were going to tell Joshua you wanted to write.”
                  “I wanted more,” Hope admits, her voice barely audible. “There is nothing here for me to write about. Nothing here to spark my muse.”
                  Damian looks at her unsure of how he should feel before shaking his head and turning his back on her. He walks out of the room without saying a word. Hope stands alone in her parent’s room, the sword in her hand, feels like it weighs a ton. The lone bulb in the room shorts out leaving her