[ She goes quiet for a moment, remembering that. Thinking that maybe, just because he could, he should send them a message anyway. But she hadn't been willing to tell him that, back then, it wasn't her place and it would've invited questions she didn't want to answer. Now, though? Now it wasn't an option. They were all long gone. ]

Well. A miserable father isn't better than a memory. Sometimes... we have to do what's best for ourselves. There's no other option, because if we stay, it just goes badly for everyone.

[ A long drink to finish her glass and she's pouring again, offering to refill his as well. ]

Still. You hope they turn out alright without you.