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Micah shook his head. "This is the last place I would ever want to take a nap in.." He said and then shrugged. "Well I did leave her to take a nap, but she was wandering around when I was looking for you, but I think I know where went..." He said and led her off to the other side of the house, eventually coming across a room with double doors. He opened them up to reveal a classic gentlemans lounge type room, with hunting trophies, mountes stuffed animals and swords and things on display every where. Kiora was just sitting there in the big chair behind the huge desk and she looked up at them. "He always looked so ridiculous when he sat here and tried to act like a dad. I never got how you could keep a straight face..." She said and put her head down on the desk. "I think he loved you though...He did everything with you, took you places, taught you about painting and how to play baseball. He did dad things with you..." She said and Micah just looked like he didnt know where she was going with this. "How does a person like that turn around and do horrible things...He was so...Normal some days..." She mumbled. Micah shrugged. "I stopped questioning why sick people do sick things a long time ago. We were just replacements for his real kids that died. I just left it at that." He said. "Doesnt really matter now why he did what he did. He's dead."