Imagine a young Calliope playing, drawing herself and Gamzee or something, with Gamzee just sitting, chilling out, keeping an eye on her.
And she looks over to him with those big, green eyes, and her big, cheery smile, and says “Daddy, I want to be like you when I grow up.”
And he just looks back at her, his smile faltering for a moment before he forces it back, though it is a sad smile, and he just says “No. No you don’t.”