Yah, seems like a good ending to me.
"If you want to." He answered her then and she smiled. She did want to and she would. She would write about a man that very few were lucky to know, a man who was the reason that his daughter had grown up with such kindness in her heart when it was more likely that she should have grown up a killer. She had wanted nothing more than to show him that he could be a good daughter and that he could be a good father and, perhaps, she had raised herself in some way, but the way she raised herself was because of him. In some ways she even attributed her father to the way Arkham had turned out. Despite the fact that he had stayed in Inferni, that he had partially been raised by the band of Coyotes, he was still much different. Laruku might never know that Arkham had turned out the way that he had because of him, like Rachias thought he had, but she would make sure that someone else knew. She would make sure through a book that a father had trusted to his daughter.
There was silence in the air as his arms wrapped around her and she could only do the same in return, staying close and resting her head in the dip between his neck and shoulders. He spoke again and the young woman could only smile, shed and tear or two, and stay silent. It would have been the perfect moment for 'I love yous' but Rachias couldn't speak the words, she didn't feel the need to say them. He knew she loved him and, in that quiet moment that they stood together, Rachias knew without a doubt that he did love her also. She didn't need the reassurance of hearing the words like she had for so long, she could just feel it, and she would stay there in his arms for as long as he would have her.
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