( She's near again, for all she's not quite dear, but he's generous enough to tip the umbrella once more towards her — and with it, the full extent of his strength.

Don't trust strangers, but how else can they come friends? )

My father can help anyone. ( Up close, the ends of his mask show their paint has dully chipped. His mask clatters in chatter. )

...except you. No one can help you. I'm sorry.