Celeste pushed from the wall and padded barefoot towards her father, curling up beside him on the couch, tucking her legs under her as she faced him, her head propped up on her hand that was resting on the back of the furniture.<br/><br/>He wanted to talk and make a choice.  She was confused as to what kind of choice needed to be made and what she mattered in the deciding.  After all, she knew what she wanted and why couldn't daddy see it the same way?<br/><br/>"How I feel daddy?  Does it really matter?  Carlie... Carlie seems to think that this is all fun and games.  That I'm some kind of whore, even though I know for a fact that what I do with you is because I love you.  I don't understand what kind of choice you need to make.  Am I not good enough daddy?  Did I do something wrong?"