[Anemone keeps her voice steady despite the bitter emotions that swirl through her core. Despite the memories of her father that have haunted her since she'd learned what Leo had to tell her. She works hard to pretend that the unfairness of it all isn't as crushing and exhausting as it is.]

...

I wish you guys could have met him as he was. He was so... kind and gentle. Wise. He always seemed to have advice for every situation and he was always there when you needed him.

[Her voice hardens into a familiar hard determination. It hurts. It'll always hurt, but Anemone isn't going to lie facedown on her bed and cry about it forever. She has to do something. She'll always do something.]

Maybe you guys can still meet him someday. No matter what he's been turned into, he's still my dad. I'm going to get him back.

...

Would you... help me? It'll be more dangerous and...

It's a lot to ask of someone.