"They're..." He does stop then, as the sense in it hits him.

His daughters. His girls.

And they've felt so distant, the part of him that loves them phasing in and out like something that's only half here, but all of a sudden that part of him is blazing, fiery, fierce.

They're there and he doesn't know who with.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He blinks. "And you were gonna tell me this when?"