Aye. Daisy. Just a baby when I last saw her. Such a tiny fragile thing, the smallest fingers you've ever seen. Her eyes were blue like a bit of sky caught in a mirror. Tess said they'd change and maybe so, but she was beautiful.

[he sighed with a bittersweet wistfulness. She didn't exist, though, maybe. And if she did, she had a hell of a father but--]

Life is such a precious thing, you know. A precious fragile thing.