"I don't know how much your uncle told you, so I might as well start from the beginning. I used to be a mercenary, you know that." She nodded, still unwilling to look him in the eye. "I did a lot of things for money. I killed people, sometimes innocent people. Occasionally, the things I did helped people, but that wasn't the reason I did it. I did it for the money. So, one day, when a village called us in to stop trade caravans from being attacked, we thought nothing of it. They told us a group of Lizardmen led by a trio of nagas were holed up in a castle near the village. We showed up ready for a fight. When we got there, the lizzardmen charged out and attacked us. We didn't stop to think, we just fought for our lives. We pushed all the way to the keep, where we found the leaders. They rushed us, and we..."
He buried his head in his hands. "We... fought, and they died. I, I'm sorry." The young lamia stared at him, anger welling up inside her. Then she noticed tears dripping from his hands. Never once had she seen her father cry. "I killed them. I did it, and you have every right to hate me, but... when I found you in that bed, I knew I couldn't leave you there to die."
He was silent for a while. "There's no way I can undo what I've done, and I have no right to ask for your forgiveness. I'll understand if you hate me, I just..." He trailled off, unable to finish his sentence. The only sound was the sound of his tears on the wooden floor.
The lamia placed a hand on his back. Her anger gone. Though it hurt, she still knew her father sill loved her.