Absolutely. 

My father…Komaru-chan was his…little girl. The one he had to protect. And it was ridiculous. She was a lot like my mother, in the way that she was stubborn, and insisted she didn’t need help. His kindness was spurned. After…a while, he charged me with keeping track of her. I suppose that…I failed in that.

I thought I was doing well, keeping her by my side…but I should have known. Komaru-chan was way too stubborn, a belief system that wouldn’t buckle without a fight. I guess I could easily say that was what got her killed, but in all honesty I was what killed her. Me. My hands.

Yes, he would hate me. He’d absolutely abhor me. He’d yell and break things and shake my shoulders and scream, and cry. And then he’d go silent, and close his eyes and collapse, and hold his face in his hands. I wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to kill me.

I’d let him.