Alfonse! Callout for Alfonse: one day Penelope will understand you, and she will know you're a monster.
Alfonse's normally warm expression chills to something approaching Sinclair's usual zero kelvin. He falls still, shoulders loosening, as he considers his answer. "My daughter," he says slowly, "if she comes to understand me, will know I am far from a monster."
Sinclair, sitting beside him on the sofa, is plotting your demise.












