"We've talked about it, dad. Don't feel so burdened by all of this," it won't change the past.
He sighed annoyed, probably with himself, "If we can find the bastard who stole your magic... maybe... maybe he can be able to give it back to you!" Is that what he's been thinking of?
"I'm already doing some things to get my hands on the information of who he could be," that surprised him.
"Oh... I thought you had accepted the situation," ha.
I couldn't help cackling bitterly, "No, Dad, I never did. Just because I stopped fighting people who said I was a liar and all that stuff, it doesn't mean I stopped wanting to know exactly who did this to me and why!"
He agreed, nodding slightly, "Have you found something?" Yes.
"Not necessarily. But don't worry, I'll find a way."
"Let me help you!"
