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He worried that Cambria was as insecure as she was because of what had happened to her as a young child. Would she have turned out differently if she'd never stumbled upon Naniko's drugs? That was inevitable. And could he have stopped that from happening, somehow? The questions still plagued him, and probably would until the day he died. Perhaps he felt a deeper obligation to her because he may have "allowed" what had happened to Cambria to happen. All the better that it was her; he felt the two of them understood each other better than in most father-daughter relationships.
And Kansas knew she wasn't a weak, helpless thing. He saw intelligence in her eyes, and heard it in her words. A weaker child may not have been able to pull out of such a hole as the one caused by exposure to such a terrible drug, at such a young age. Skeptical a creature as he was, the man had a feeling that his daughter would be just fine in the end. She'd be able to use all the strength inside her to pull past whatever obstacles came her way. He just needed to be sure he was there to help her. You're welcome, he responded to her thanks, softly and with a smile. She had the spool in her hands, and he watched her run backward with remarkable ease. He marveled at this (reiteration that she was extremely smart) as he released the kite. It spun in the wind as it spiraled upward, but Cam would need to hold on if it was to stay. 'Kay, you can stop, sweetie. Just hold on to it. Kansas ran to her side, standing beside her to guide her, ready to bounce back to the kite if it fell and they needed to try again.
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