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He found her feeding. Mouth stained crimson and half-wild with hunger. Cooper could have almost burst out laughing when he found out she was Hank MacLean's daughter–to see his Hank's spawn as inhuman as Cooper had become almost made all he had suffered worth it.
It is because Cooper knows where the best food for her to feast upon, blood as sweet as honey that she tags along with him so willingly at first.
Then because of the horrible truth that her father is responsible for what she is, for burning the world.
“The sun will rise soon, little killer. We best find you some shelter.” He could let her burn and turn to ash like many did when the bombs fell, but he has no escape from this nightmare so why should Lucy? If he should suffer for all time then she can suffer at his side with him.