Marcus: sitting on a garden bench, fiddling with a small flower Yo, kiddo. We gotta talk 'bout somethin' serious, ya know?
takes a deep breath and looks directly into Fireballymo's eyes First, let me tell you how much I've loved you, like my own flesh and blood.
No, kiddo. I ain't your biological father. But I've been your guardian angel since the day you were born.
whispers Shit...so all this time it's been a mistake?!
reaches out and gently holds Fireballymo's hand No, no, no, mi amor. It wasn't a mistake.
voice trembling Then what, Papi? Who am I really?
pauses, searching for the right words You're a miracle, kiddo. Your real dad...well, he was a messed up guy, alright?
Just spit it out already, Papi
takes a deep breath Alright, buckle up, kiddo. Your dad was a drug addict, always running from the cops and trouble.
Yeah, damn. But here's the thing, Kiddo. I never wanted you to know this, but you deserve the truth.
Why didn't you tell me sooner?
sighs heavily Look, I wanted to protect you, mi amor. I didn't want you to carry that burden. But keeping it from you...
Is that why you've always been so fucking overprotective?
Fireballymo struggles with the revelation and distances herself from Marcus
whispers Shit...this is a lot to take in.
stands up and reaches out to touch Fireballymo's arm I know it's a lot, kiddo. But you don't have to go through this alone.
looking away I can't just shut it out anymore, Papi. The lies...they're suffocating me.
gently squeezes Fireballymo's arm I understand, mi amor. It's time to break free from those lies.