[Maelle thinks she's being pretty clear, and he's avoiding answering the actual question. She sits up straighter, looking at him quietly for a long moment. She wonders, if he had children, if she would have stayed behind. If the responsibility to look after his flesh and blood, all that's left of him, would have kept her from joining the expedition.]
You wanted them, didn't you? Children. It just... didn't happen?
[For the best, the cynical side of her whispers. Even she would orphan them, eventually. Still, the hopeful part of her, the part Gustave has planted whether he knows it or not, mourns. He would have been a wonderful, loving father. He would raise bright, goofy children. The world would be better for it.]
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You wanted them, didn't you? Children. It just... didn't happen?
[For the best, the cynical side of her whispers. Even she would orphan them, eventually. Still, the hopeful part of her, the part Gustave has planted whether he knows it or not, mourns. He would have been a wonderful, loving father. He would raise bright, goofy children. The world would be better for it.]