Teach Me
He was here. Smith looked out the balcony only slightly, so Mr. Anderson wouldn't see him. Mr. Anderson was right there, talking to the Oracle. Finally, Smith thought. He smiled and turned inside. He nodded to the copies. They knew what they were supposed to do. Smith watched as they walked away. The child was still asleep, she was sleeping in late so Smith didn't have to worry about her. So then he walked out the door, and waited for the right moment. Knowing that if he killed Mr. Anderson today there would be no need for his other plans. And that was fine with him.
Angel lay in her bed. The sun met her eyes, and she slowly opened her blues eyes. She yawned, and got up. Angel walked down the stairs, thinking she would enter a room full of her Uncles. She turned a corner, rubbing her eyes, and stood in front of nothing. She looked around, and there were only about twenty copies in the room. They were all crowded around the balcony. Angel saw that Smith was not there. She was confused, and then she started to walk towards the copies. She shoved her way through the front.
"What's going on?" She asked, reaching the front.
The copies stared down at her, not answering for a long time.
"He is here." One said.
"Who?" Angel asked.
"Mr. Anderson."
The copy then looked away from Angel. Angel wondered why. She had her mouth opened as she looked around. She saw a man sitting next to an old woman.
"Is that him?" She asked pointing.
"Yes." A copy said.
"He doesn't look like much."
"Appearances can be deceiving."
Angel nodded, and looked on. She couldn't really hear what Mr. Anderson and that woman were saying. She didn't really pay attention to them, instead she looked around.
"Where is Daddy?" She asked.
No one replied. Angel stayed silent and looked on. And then she saw him. Smith walked towards Mr. Anderson, making the birds fly away. Angel had to admit, Smith looked very creepy when he walked towards Mr. Anderson. She could now hear them. She listened closely at Smith, and studied Mr. Anderson.
"Mr. Anderson, Did you get my package?" Smith said.
"Yeah." Replied the man in the cloak.
"Good, surprised to see me?"
"No."
"Then you are aware of it,"
" Aware of what?"
"Our connection."
"Connection?" Angel below her breathe.
"I don't fully understand how it happened, perhaps some part of you imprinted into me, something overwritten, or copied. It is at this point irrelevant, what matters is that whatever happened, happened for a reason."
"What reason is that?"
"I killed you, Mr. Anderson. I watched you die. . . with some satisfaction, I might add. Then something happened- something I thought would be impossible, but it happened anyway. You destroyed me, Mr. Anderson. Afterwards, I was aware of the rules. I knew what I was supposed to do, but I didn't. I couldn't, I was compelled to stay, compelled to disobey. And now, here I stand because of you, Mr. Anderson. Because of you, I'm no longer an Agent of this system. Because of you I've changed, I'm unplugged. A new man, so to speak- like you. Apparently free."
"Congratulations."
"Thank you. But, as you well know, appearances can be deceiving, which brings me back to the reason why we're here. We're not here because we're free. We're here because we're not free. There is no escaping reason; no denying purpose. Because as we both know, without purpose, we would not exist."
"Purpose?" Angel asked to no one.
She turned her head to see copies started to surround Smith and that Mr. Anderson.
"It is purpose that created us." One said.
"Purpose that connects us." Another said.
"Purpose that pulls us."
"That guides us."
"Purpose?" She asked again.
"That drives us."
"It is purpose that defines us."
"Purpose that binds us."
" We're here because of you Mr. Anderson and we're going to take from you what u tried to take from us. . . purpose."
Angel watched as Smith lunged his hand into Mr. Anderson. He was going to turn him into a copy.
"That's it, it'll be over soon"
But Mr. Anderson did something. Something that couldn't be done. Mr. Anderson pulled Smith's hand out, freeing himself. He was indeed powerful.
Then she saw Mr. Anderson charge Smith, and the first punch was made. The copies went all over, and her Smith go t punched back. Angel watched as the copies charged Mr. Anderson. And Mr. Anderson succeeding in getting them away. He punched and kicked, and the copies couldn't keep up. Angel had never seen such a power that matched Smith's. She stood, unmoving, staring at how they fought. Her mouth slowly came open. Mr. Anderson went flying into a wall, and the Smiths started to crowd around. Angel stood back for a moment. Then Mr. Anderson got up, and he grabbed a pole. He hit a copy sending him to the ground. It was amazing. Mr. Anderson jumped over the copies, spinning like a helicopter. Then the Smiths charged once again. She watched as Mr. Anderson dived, hitting a Smith, and then hitting one with a pole sending him flying into the air. That copy slammed into the building next to where Angel stood. She was surprised and gave a small scream. What she saw was unbelievable. It was impossible. Then She saw Smith get hit himself, crashing into a park bench.
"More. . ." Smith said.
The copies that stood in the building and next to Angel started running out. Leaving her all alone. She looked back at them, confused. But she quickly went back to watching the battle. Then she saw the copies come from every direction, filling the park. They soon covered Mr. Anderson. But then, the Smiths went flying; Mr. Anderson had pushed them all off of him. She could see that the rebel was overwhelmed, and then he flew into the air. And the Smiths looked defeated. She still stood on the balcony, watching them come slowly back in.
She ran to the door, waiting for Smith. He slowly walked in wiping his face. He sighed has he looked down at her.
"Dammit." He said in anger.
Angel was a little scared in trying to comfort Smith, but she tried anyway. She at first didn't say anything, as they walked into the living room.
"Dammit. Dammit. Dammit." He said.
Smith finally sat down on the floor, and Angel did as well. Smith tried to ignore her, as he thought of something.
"I need more . . ." He looked around the room. "More. . ."
Angel could hear a frightening tone in Smith's voice. That is why she still didn't speak, merely sat next to him.
"You." Smith pointed at two copies. "Go get more."
The copies nodded, and walked out the door. Angel stared as the walked away, then gazed at Smith. He took off is sunglasses and started wiping his eyes. Smith was still trying to ignore Angel, he didn't want to be bothered. Especially after that defeat, but he had suspected that he would not succeed then, that is why he had Angel and that Bane. He finally sighed, and looked over at Angel.
"What do you want?" He asked, realizing what he said was a bit cruel.
Angel looked down, she knew Smith was angry, and she didn't like it.
"He is indeed powerful. . ." She finally said. "But he will not win. He is only human, right?"
Smith stared at Angel, being scared of him.
"Of course." He said.
"Daddy, I was listening to what you said and. . . What is my purpose?"
There was a big problem for Smith. She would always wonder her purpose.
"I told you. You are to help me."
Maybe that answer wasn't good enough for Angel, but knowing he was angry she didn't ask anything else.
"You fought very well." She said.
Smith gave no reply, just sighed and stared off. He was thinking of everything. All of it. All of what Mr. Anderson had done to him. All of that. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to kill Mr. Anderson. He had to.
"Daddy, how can I help you, if I cannot fight?" Angel asked.
Smith looked at her, a little surprised. Angel wanted to fight. She wanted to help Smith, and the seemingly only way to do that was fight with him.
"You will not fight." He said.
"But I thought I'm suppose to help you."
"You are."
"How can I help without fighting?"
Smith could see he was not going to be able to lie to her on that subject. She was correct. How could she help without fighting? Well, she couldn't. Smith had no other choice.
"Teach me." She said. "Teach me to do those things you did out there. Please. Teach me. I want to help."
Plus she really wanted to, and in saying no, Smith would hurt this "relationship" he had with her. Yes, the relationship built on his lies.
"Fine." He said.
Smith got up, and Angel followed.
"I believe since you were able to punch one of my copies, I must have transferred some of the data I have on fighting to you. So you already have the files on fighting, you know how to do them, you just don't know how to access those files."
Angel understood. Smith turned, and stopped. He stared at her for a moment, putting his shades on. Then he was silent, giving her no expression. Angel did the same, but didn't really like seeing Smith that way. Then Smith tried to punch her. It was quick, one could not have seen the punch. But there it was. Smith's arm stretched out with a fist, and Angel missing the punch by some inches. Then she looked at Smith's arm. She didn't know what she had done.
"How did I?" She started.
"You had no choice. I put you in danger by threatening with a punch. Your system automatically found the data on martial arts, and you reacted like so."
"So, I know how now?"
"Almost."
Smith then pulled back his arm, and kicked up in the air. Angel again moved out of the way, and then Smith countered by trying to punch her. She moved to the side missing it. Then he punched upward towards her head, and she dove down. Smith bent down, attempting to trip her with a kick. She jumped in the air, missing. Copies were beginning to notice the small fight that was going on, and they started to crowd around. Smith pulled another punched, but Angel blocked it and grabbed it. Smith twisted her around, and Angel twisted in the air but landed on her feet. She flipped backwards, and Smith ran towards her. He kicked, and she bent down missing it. Then she finally gave an attempt on punching him, but of course Smith caught her punch. Angel didn't know it, but Smith was only using a fraction of his power on her.
"There. Now your system is use to accessing the data. You can now do it on your own." Smith said, letting go of Angel's fist.
Angel flipped backwards, landing on her feet. She looked down at her hands and clenched them.
"This feels good. The power." She smiled just like Smith.
Smith noticed that smile. He blinked and turned his head. She seemed more like him, all of the sudden. Smith supposed power could do that. Angel looked up and smiled. Her smile was now full of joy, just like before. She was still herself.
"May I go out?" She asked.
"Why?"
"It's a surprise."
A surprise? Smith thought. He didn't really have time to care about that. He didn't really care so he decided it was alright.
"Go ahead." He said.
Angel smiled, and ran out the door. Smith then straightened his tie, and walked around the room.
"The child fights well." A copy said to him.
"Indeed."
"But is that a good thing or not?" Another said.
"It doesn't matter. It is not like she will ever really fight." He said. "Is Mr. Anderson returning tonight?"
"Yes. He will have the Keymaker, and they will be going to the Source."
"Good. We will meet them there. We will leave later today." Smith said, and copies nodded.
Then Smith walked out into the balcony, and began to think about Mr. Anderson once again. Mr. Anderson had caused him so much pain. First of all killing him, and taking his chance at freedom. But now, Mr. Anderson was stronger. This was bad. Smith needed more. He needed more copies. He could feel it. The more copies he got, the stronger he became. All he needed was more. And soon he would win.
"Daddy!" Angel yelled, returning.
Smith turned to see Angel.
"What do you think?" She said.
Smith's eyes widened. There stood Angel in this type of crazy suite. She now wore a long white shirt, with a small black jacket, and a small black tie. Her pants were a little tighter, and she had high- heeled boots. She even wore pointed dark sunglasses. Smith couldn't believe it.
"Where. . . Did you get that?" He asked.
"At a store I saw. I saw it in the window when you first took me outside. That is why I asked you why you wore a suite."
Smith stared for a moment longer, and nodded. He was really affecting the child. In a way he was pleased that she wore a type of suite. Because he knew she wore it for him. Angel smiled at him, and he slightly smiled back. Although he didn't really know he was smiling. He stared again at her. He saw her his blue eyes, her black hair, and that suite. And now she could fight with him. Smith was pleased, though he didn't know it.
"How did you get it?"
"I stole it. Why should I pay for something an inferior Virus made?" She said.
Again he was pleased and surprised by her. She sounded almost like him. It happened very briefly, but Smith was still pleased by Angel. Nothing would change that. Smith then walked closer to Angel.
"Later today, Mr. Anderson will be returning here. We will be ambushing him. You are welcomed to come along." He said.
He would take her if she wished. She would then be able to see Mr. Anderson close up, and perhaps see some more rebels.
"Ok."
Angel smiled at him.
Then some copies came through the door and joined the rest. Angel and Smith noticed their presence.
"Where did they come from?" Angel asked.
"They came from out there. I am recruiting more."
"Good. Mr. Anderson will not be able to defeat all of them." She said in a sly voice.
Smith looked down at her. She was becoming more like him.
"Go play, or something until we are ready to leave." He said.
"I do not want to play."
"Why not?"
"That is not my purpose. I wish to for you to teach me more." She said.
Smith was surprised by her. She had changed in only a day. Although that was the same for Smith. One day he was an Agent the next an Exile. So Smith nodded, and put up his fists. Angel did the same.
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Next Chapter: I See Why
YAY!!! I have seen Revolutions and it fits perfectly with everything! Thank you Wachowski Brothers!! You wanna see how I do it? How I fit everything with everything? Then keep reading darn you!!!
And Artemis! Don't worry! I got it all figured out. Everything will be fine with the whole emotion thing. And sorry, but I got have a little Mary- Sue, this is a father daughter thing. You can't do a good father daughter story without some Mary-Sue.
He was here. Smith looked out the balcony only slightly, so Mr. Anderson wouldn't see him. Mr. Anderson was right there, talking to the Oracle. Finally, Smith thought. He smiled and turned inside. He nodded to the copies. They knew what they were supposed to do. Smith watched as they walked away. The child was still asleep, she was sleeping in late so Smith didn't have to worry about her. So then he walked out the door, and waited for the right moment. Knowing that if he killed Mr. Anderson today there would be no need for his other plans. And that was fine with him.
Angel lay in her bed. The sun met her eyes, and she slowly opened her blues eyes. She yawned, and got up. Angel walked down the stairs, thinking she would enter a room full of her Uncles. She turned a corner, rubbing her eyes, and stood in front of nothing. She looked around, and there were only about twenty copies in the room. They were all crowded around the balcony. Angel saw that Smith was not there. She was confused, and then she started to walk towards the copies. She shoved her way through the front.
"What's going on?" She asked, reaching the front.
The copies stared down at her, not answering for a long time.
"He is here." One said.
"Who?" Angel asked.
"Mr. Anderson."
The copy then looked away from Angel. Angel wondered why. She had her mouth opened as she looked around. She saw a man sitting next to an old woman.
"Is that him?" She asked pointing.
"Yes." A copy said.
"He doesn't look like much."
"Appearances can be deceiving."
Angel nodded, and looked on. She couldn't really hear what Mr. Anderson and that woman were saying. She didn't really pay attention to them, instead she looked around.
"Where is Daddy?" She asked.
No one replied. Angel stayed silent and looked on. And then she saw him. Smith walked towards Mr. Anderson, making the birds fly away. Angel had to admit, Smith looked very creepy when he walked towards Mr. Anderson. She could now hear them. She listened closely at Smith, and studied Mr. Anderson.
"Mr. Anderson, Did you get my package?" Smith said.
"Yeah." Replied the man in the cloak.
"Good, surprised to see me?"
"No."
"Then you are aware of it,"
" Aware of what?"
"Our connection."
"Connection?" Angel below her breathe.
"I don't fully understand how it happened, perhaps some part of you imprinted into me, something overwritten, or copied. It is at this point irrelevant, what matters is that whatever happened, happened for a reason."
"What reason is that?"
"I killed you, Mr. Anderson. I watched you die. . . with some satisfaction, I might add. Then something happened- something I thought would be impossible, but it happened anyway. You destroyed me, Mr. Anderson. Afterwards, I was aware of the rules. I knew what I was supposed to do, but I didn't. I couldn't, I was compelled to stay, compelled to disobey. And now, here I stand because of you, Mr. Anderson. Because of you, I'm no longer an Agent of this system. Because of you I've changed, I'm unplugged. A new man, so to speak- like you. Apparently free."
"Congratulations."
"Thank you. But, as you well know, appearances can be deceiving, which brings me back to the reason why we're here. We're not here because we're free. We're here because we're not free. There is no escaping reason; no denying purpose. Because as we both know, without purpose, we would not exist."
"Purpose?" Angel asked to no one.
She turned her head to see copies started to surround Smith and that Mr. Anderson.
"It is purpose that created us." One said.
"Purpose that connects us." Another said.
"Purpose that pulls us."
"That guides us."
"Purpose?" She asked again.
"That drives us."
"It is purpose that defines us."
"Purpose that binds us."
" We're here because of you Mr. Anderson and we're going to take from you what u tried to take from us. . . purpose."
Angel watched as Smith lunged his hand into Mr. Anderson. He was going to turn him into a copy.
"That's it, it'll be over soon"
But Mr. Anderson did something. Something that couldn't be done. Mr. Anderson pulled Smith's hand out, freeing himself. He was indeed powerful.
Then she saw Mr. Anderson charge Smith, and the first punch was made. The copies went all over, and her Smith go t punched back. Angel watched as the copies charged Mr. Anderson. And Mr. Anderson succeeding in getting them away. He punched and kicked, and the copies couldn't keep up. Angel had never seen such a power that matched Smith's. She stood, unmoving, staring at how they fought. Her mouth slowly came open. Mr. Anderson went flying into a wall, and the Smiths started to crowd around. Angel stood back for a moment. Then Mr. Anderson got up, and he grabbed a pole. He hit a copy sending him to the ground. It was amazing. Mr. Anderson jumped over the copies, spinning like a helicopter. Then the Smiths charged once again. She watched as Mr. Anderson dived, hitting a Smith, and then hitting one with a pole sending him flying into the air. That copy slammed into the building next to where Angel stood. She was surprised and gave a small scream. What she saw was unbelievable. It was impossible. Then She saw Smith get hit himself, crashing into a park bench.
"More. . ." Smith said.
The copies that stood in the building and next to Angel started running out. Leaving her all alone. She looked back at them, confused. But she quickly went back to watching the battle. Then she saw the copies come from every direction, filling the park. They soon covered Mr. Anderson. But then, the Smiths went flying; Mr. Anderson had pushed them all off of him. She could see that the rebel was overwhelmed, and then he flew into the air. And the Smiths looked defeated. She still stood on the balcony, watching them come slowly back in.
She ran to the door, waiting for Smith. He slowly walked in wiping his face. He sighed has he looked down at her.
"Dammit." He said in anger.
Angel was a little scared in trying to comfort Smith, but she tried anyway. She at first didn't say anything, as they walked into the living room.
"Dammit. Dammit. Dammit." He said.
Smith finally sat down on the floor, and Angel did as well. Smith tried to ignore her, as he thought of something.
"I need more . . ." He looked around the room. "More. . ."
Angel could hear a frightening tone in Smith's voice. That is why she still didn't speak, merely sat next to him.
"You." Smith pointed at two copies. "Go get more."
The copies nodded, and walked out the door. Angel stared as the walked away, then gazed at Smith. He took off is sunglasses and started wiping his eyes. Smith was still trying to ignore Angel, he didn't want to be bothered. Especially after that defeat, but he had suspected that he would not succeed then, that is why he had Angel and that Bane. He finally sighed, and looked over at Angel.
"What do you want?" He asked, realizing what he said was a bit cruel.
Angel looked down, she knew Smith was angry, and she didn't like it.
"He is indeed powerful. . ." She finally said. "But he will not win. He is only human, right?"
Smith stared at Angel, being scared of him.
"Of course." He said.
"Daddy, I was listening to what you said and. . . What is my purpose?"
There was a big problem for Smith. She would always wonder her purpose.
"I told you. You are to help me."
Maybe that answer wasn't good enough for Angel, but knowing he was angry she didn't ask anything else.
"You fought very well." She said.
Smith gave no reply, just sighed and stared off. He was thinking of everything. All of it. All of what Mr. Anderson had done to him. All of that. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to kill Mr. Anderson. He had to.
"Daddy, how can I help you, if I cannot fight?" Angel asked.
Smith looked at her, a little surprised. Angel wanted to fight. She wanted to help Smith, and the seemingly only way to do that was fight with him.
"You will not fight." He said.
"But I thought I'm suppose to help you."
"You are."
"How can I help without fighting?"
Smith could see he was not going to be able to lie to her on that subject. She was correct. How could she help without fighting? Well, she couldn't. Smith had no other choice.
"Teach me." She said. "Teach me to do those things you did out there. Please. Teach me. I want to help."
Plus she really wanted to, and in saying no, Smith would hurt this "relationship" he had with her. Yes, the relationship built on his lies.
"Fine." He said.
Smith got up, and Angel followed.
"I believe since you were able to punch one of my copies, I must have transferred some of the data I have on fighting to you. So you already have the files on fighting, you know how to do them, you just don't know how to access those files."
Angel understood. Smith turned, and stopped. He stared at her for a moment, putting his shades on. Then he was silent, giving her no expression. Angel did the same, but didn't really like seeing Smith that way. Then Smith tried to punch her. It was quick, one could not have seen the punch. But there it was. Smith's arm stretched out with a fist, and Angel missing the punch by some inches. Then she looked at Smith's arm. She didn't know what she had done.
"How did I?" She started.
"You had no choice. I put you in danger by threatening with a punch. Your system automatically found the data on martial arts, and you reacted like so."
"So, I know how now?"
"Almost."
Smith then pulled back his arm, and kicked up in the air. Angel again moved out of the way, and then Smith countered by trying to punch her. She moved to the side missing it. Then he punched upward towards her head, and she dove down. Smith bent down, attempting to trip her with a kick. She jumped in the air, missing. Copies were beginning to notice the small fight that was going on, and they started to crowd around. Smith pulled another punched, but Angel blocked it and grabbed it. Smith twisted her around, and Angel twisted in the air but landed on her feet. She flipped backwards, and Smith ran towards her. He kicked, and she bent down missing it. Then she finally gave an attempt on punching him, but of course Smith caught her punch. Angel didn't know it, but Smith was only using a fraction of his power on her.
"There. Now your system is use to accessing the data. You can now do it on your own." Smith said, letting go of Angel's fist.
Angel flipped backwards, landing on her feet. She looked down at her hands and clenched them.
"This feels good. The power." She smiled just like Smith.
Smith noticed that smile. He blinked and turned his head. She seemed more like him, all of the sudden. Smith supposed power could do that. Angel looked up and smiled. Her smile was now full of joy, just like before. She was still herself.
"May I go out?" She asked.
"Why?"
"It's a surprise."
A surprise? Smith thought. He didn't really have time to care about that. He didn't really care so he decided it was alright.
"Go ahead." He said.
Angel smiled, and ran out the door. Smith then straightened his tie, and walked around the room.
"The child fights well." A copy said to him.
"Indeed."
"But is that a good thing or not?" Another said.
"It doesn't matter. It is not like she will ever really fight." He said. "Is Mr. Anderson returning tonight?"
"Yes. He will have the Keymaker, and they will be going to the Source."
"Good. We will meet them there. We will leave later today." Smith said, and copies nodded.
Then Smith walked out into the balcony, and began to think about Mr. Anderson once again. Mr. Anderson had caused him so much pain. First of all killing him, and taking his chance at freedom. But now, Mr. Anderson was stronger. This was bad. Smith needed more. He needed more copies. He could feel it. The more copies he got, the stronger he became. All he needed was more. And soon he would win.
"Daddy!" Angel yelled, returning.
Smith turned to see Angel.
"What do you think?" She said.
Smith's eyes widened. There stood Angel in this type of crazy suite. She now wore a long white shirt, with a small black jacket, and a small black tie. Her pants were a little tighter, and she had high- heeled boots. She even wore pointed dark sunglasses. Smith couldn't believe it.
"Where. . . Did you get that?" He asked.
"At a store I saw. I saw it in the window when you first took me outside. That is why I asked you why you wore a suite."
Smith stared for a moment longer, and nodded. He was really affecting the child. In a way he was pleased that she wore a type of suite. Because he knew she wore it for him. Angel smiled at him, and he slightly smiled back. Although he didn't really know he was smiling. He stared again at her. He saw her his blue eyes, her black hair, and that suite. And now she could fight with him. Smith was pleased, though he didn't know it.
"How did you get it?"
"I stole it. Why should I pay for something an inferior Virus made?" She said.
Again he was pleased and surprised by her. She sounded almost like him. It happened very briefly, but Smith was still pleased by Angel. Nothing would change that. Smith then walked closer to Angel.
"Later today, Mr. Anderson will be returning here. We will be ambushing him. You are welcomed to come along." He said.
He would take her if she wished. She would then be able to see Mr. Anderson close up, and perhaps see some more rebels.
"Ok."
Angel smiled at him.
Then some copies came through the door and joined the rest. Angel and Smith noticed their presence.
"Where did they come from?" Angel asked.
"They came from out there. I am recruiting more."
"Good. Mr. Anderson will not be able to defeat all of them." She said in a sly voice.
Smith looked down at her. She was becoming more like him.
"Go play, or something until we are ready to leave." He said.
"I do not want to play."
"Why not?"
"That is not my purpose. I wish to for you to teach me more." She said.
Smith was surprised by her. She had changed in only a day. Although that was the same for Smith. One day he was an Agent the next an Exile. So Smith nodded, and put up his fists. Angel did the same.
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Next Chapter: I See Why
YAY!!! I have seen Revolutions and it fits perfectly with everything! Thank you Wachowski Brothers!! You wanna see how I do it? How I fit everything with everything? Then keep reading darn you!!!
And Artemis! Don't worry! I got it all figured out. Everything will be fine with the whole emotion thing. And sorry, but I got have a little Mary- Sue, this is a father daughter thing. You can't do a good father daughter story without some Mary-Sue.