[ It doesn't just sound mad, it sounds impossible. Maelle, a paintress? A... Paintress? ]
But... your mother....
[ He shakes his head like a dog with water in its ear, agitated. ]
No... no. That's not right. Your mother and father were here, in Lumiรจre. I know you don't remember them, but plenty of other people do... did... even now.
Why are you saying this?
[ It's some kind of story, it has to be, because how could it be the truth? But then... if it isn't the truth, how is he here?
Gustave looks away from her, around the room, his glance more intent and critical, looking for any small flaws, any changes to the familiar setting. This... it must be some illusion, or the afterlife, maybe. It can't possibly be real. ]
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But... your mother....
[ He shakes his head like a dog with water in its ear, agitated. ]
No... no. That's not right. Your mother and father were here, in Lumiรจre. I know you don't remember them, but plenty of other people do... did... even now.
Why are you saying this?
[ It's some kind of story, it has to be, because how could it be the truth? But then... if it isn't the truth, how is he here?
Gustave looks away from her, around the room, his glance more intent and critical, looking for any small flaws, any changes to the familiar setting. This... it must be some illusion, or the afterlife, maybe. It can't possibly be real. ]