[ Toph is all ready to have more back and forth about Lucrecia, but Vincent keeps going, and this is personal information, horrible tragic deeply personal information relevant to the person right in front of her that she cares about very much. She's been here long enough that she doesn't get hung up on asking how that's possible, on trying to understand; she just believes it, and is immediately upset for him and what he's been through.
Without a second thought, she lurches over to the side and wraps Vincent in a hug, bypassing his cloak and leaning her whole weight on him.
She mumbles into the fabric of his clothes: ] So you're trying to make up for it, huh? Seems like a good dad thing to do to me.
[ If her father ever tried to make up for any of the ways he's hurt her, all unwittingly, Toph would accept it in a heartbeat. She'd be beside herself. She thinks maybe Vincent isn't giving enough credit to how much a child just wants to hear their parent sees them as they are, and cares.
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Without a second thought, she lurches over to the side and wraps Vincent in a hug, bypassing his cloak and leaning her whole weight on him.
She mumbles into the fabric of his clothes: ] So you're trying to make up for it, huh? Seems like a good dad thing to do to me.
[ If her father ever tried to make up for any of the ways he's hurt her, all unwittingly, Toph would accept it in a heartbeat. She'd be beside herself. She thinks maybe Vincent isn't giving enough credit to how much a child just wants to hear their parent sees them as they are, and cares.
It's really not more complicated than that. ]