Anya put her arms around her father and continued to cry, shaking her head.

"I know you had to do it," she blubbered through the tears, "I'm not angry at you, I-"

Anya's words were interrupted by more uncontrollable bawling and heaving. She couldn't seem to finish the thought without choking on her tears even more, and resorted to a sort of mantra whenever she could get her words out.

"I'm trying my best," she repeated over and over through the tears, "I'm trying my best..."