God said, “I was trying to save her.”

      Also my job. “Go to hell, Pops.”

      “This isn’t a question for you,” he said patiently. “You’re my kid; yikes. I’m not going to give you an ultimatum on our first day together. Let’s talk about me and you later. I can’t make up for all the years where I wasn’t around to buy you hot chips and go to your school gala, but killing you to escape a messy relationship is a bit beneath me.

Harrow the Ninth - Act Five, Chapter Fifty-Two