[Hellboy is quiet, listening, not sure what to say. He's never sure what to say to this sort of thing, so he just lets Kida move in closer to him, slipping his flesh hand down to hold her at the waist, pressing her closer. He's left blinking in surprise when she presses her face to his throat, feeling her breath against his skin, but he just swallows and stays focused.

My father sank us. He can't imagine how much that's shattered her worldview. More than meeting people from the surface, more than meeting people from other worlds, more than meeting people who are literally not human beings. Her own father, the cause of her people's suffering.

Bruttenholm did some things that shook Hellboy's view of him. Parents are not infallible, and it's a hard lesson when children find this out, no matter what the gravity.

He's quiet when he answers her, during a lull in her story.] The term the professor used for Atlanteans was the Golden People. Gorinium, Atlantis, all of Hyperborea. It all shone brighter than the civilization on the surface now. [The higher something flies, the further it has to fall, but he doesn't say that. Instead, he brushes his fingers along the curve of her waist.] Your father probably regrets what he did.