There was a crack and deep grunt from her kick. He staggered back in the solid construct holding it, but he managed to stay on his feet on shaky legs. Shaw coughed up a little black blood, but he smiled at his daughter.

"No, but you certainly are a Shaw. Ruthless, willing to kill. You threw away your moral compass for months, and look how much you achieved. How long until that weakling behind us gets bothered because you have blood on your hands, that you weren't raised to love, that the only reason you reconciled was because you were tired not that you missed him?"