emerald regency // jacinta

There's something energetic in the way he thinks about what has changed between today and five years ago. Mostly the success -- Valentino's always been a spiteful man. He and Jacinta had hardly fixed much, one apology can only go so far. There's an effort and a grandchild in the mix, a dead president and twenty years of trauma that he can never understand; all that said though, even he knows Jacinta would never willingly help him. 

On accident, maybe, but never purposefully. 

Never public endorsement level either, really. It embarrassed him how he assumed the statement she released on him would be so threatening, how he believed she'd tear the election from his hands. Of course, this was back in the days where he believed a second candidate would emerge -- maybe the Lionel's father. He seemed like an honest man, even if he wouldn't endorse Valentino. 

Somehow between then and Lex slamming the door in his face, he lost contact with that family quickly. Still, somewhat comforting that Jacinta has the same taste as her father. Perhaps that grandchild might just come out decent after all. 

He knocks on the door of the victor's house, newspaper in hand. There was something swelling in his heart in the way he felt pride in his daughter for the first time in eight years; her second greatest accomplishment since killing other children. Arguably a little more important than endorsing her father's political campaign, but he grins as she opens the door. 

"Jacinta," he says, lifting the newspaper to view, her words printed on it. "I should have brought a gift, but I only just read about it," his car still hot outside the victor village. Two visits in one year- what has the world come to. 

"What made you endorse?"