>>5704955>>5705058You are a single father and all your daughter has. As a widower, the world shifted the day your wife (a French American woman who named your child after a fictional character in the Matter of France, one of Charlemagne's paladins) passed away, leaving the two of you alone. The void your wife left has been haunting you, an open wound that never fully heals. But your daughter, your precious girl, she's your reason for getting up each morning. You're consumed by fierce protectiveness, like a grizzly bear guarding its cub. "It's just you and me, kiddo," you murmur to her as you enter the gun store, the chime above the door signaling your entrance. Your guns are a stark reminder of your past, your service, and your survival. They're not just weapons; they're tools, defenders, a lifeline. Each one bears a story, a memory - of fights fought, of victories and defeats, of friendships formed in the trenches and nights spent under hostile foreign skies. With a sideways glance at your daughter, you recount the history of the Second Amendment, telling her of the Black Panther Party and how their armed presence shook the racists, leading to gun control laws. "The Second Amendment," you say, "terrifies racist bigots that want to keep minorities down. It always has" As you browse the selection of firearms, your mind hums with an internal monologue. She's not going to have an easy road ahead, you think, your heart aching at the injustice of it all. But there's determination too, a resolute will that hardens your jaw and steels your eyes. Your daughter is strong, stronger than she knows. And she won't be facing this alone. She'll have you. And she'll be prepared, you'll make damn sure of it. You glance down at your daughter, her eyes wide as she takes in the various weapons on display. A soft, sympathetic smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. "It can be a bit overwhelming at first," you admit, squeezing her shoulder reassuringly. "But I'll be with you every step of the way. You're not in this alone. Okay?" She nods, a small but determined smile blooming on her face. "Okay, Dad." And for the first time in a long time, you feel a spark of hope. You're not just a retired military man and a war veteran. You’re a guardian, a mentor, a father. And you’re ready to shield your daughter from a world that can be unkind, armed with love, understanding, dad jokes, and yes, with guns!
>You and your daughter meet a young woman in her late teens who works part-time at the gun store. She's knowledgeable about firearms and is an excellent shot, having learned the skill from her own father.>You meet a retired police officer, now running the gun store after his years in service. He's firm but fair, with a no-nonsense attitude but a heart of gold.>You meet a younger transgender man, assigned female at birth. He is a regular customer at the gun store, around the same age as your daughter, and exudes confidence and ease in his own skin. 
