Tony closed his eyes, lightly pinched the bridge of his nose, and tried to push down the rage he wanted to unleash on them, the train, the whole bloody multiverse. Why was he powerless to save the ones he truly wanted to save?

"Why are young people always in such a rush to grow up? All of you. Every single one. You want to be strong and independent and.. you see your innocence as something so disposable and trivial. You can't be convinced otherwise. Yet, you don't realize until you're my age how precious that truly is. It's the greatest, most cruel irony in life." He finally opened his eyes and looked at his daughter, the girl who was selling her soul to protect those who should be protecting her.

He shook his head and his gaze shifted to that cat. "Maru, how much blood are we talking about? You say a drop, but is that literally a drop one time and it's over or is it a drop each time or.. you've been honest so far, and I appreciate that, but I need to know this too."