Jolie pov

I walk past them toward my father who flinches as I approach.

"Are you hurt?" I ask.

"Physically? No." He swallows hard. "But watching you... seeing what you've become... I don't know you anymore."

"You never did." I touch his arm gently, checking for injuries anyway. "You saw weakness where there was strength. Shame where there was resilience. A failure where there was a divine vessel waiting to emerge."

"I should have seen it." His voice breaks. "I'm your father. I should have ...