[ Whatever devil has possessed Maelle to bring this up now, it doesn't seem to be giving up anytime soon. He unfolds his arms and leans forward to curl his fingers over the dull stone of the ledge, grounding himself before he looks over at her. ]
Yes. I wanted them.
[ More than almost anything he can ever remember wanting for himself. He'd dreamed of a life with Sophie, with their children, with Maelle and Emma, all of them creating a little family, a world all their own. He remembers fondly imagining placing a tiny warm bundle of humanity into Maelle's arms and telling her she was an aunt.
But that had been years ago, and that dream, too, had vanished, drifting away like the flowers and ash of the Gommage. His glance falls away, and his head lowers. ]
But Sophie felt it was irresponsible... or worse... to bring a child into this world when it could only end in grief.
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Yes. I wanted them.
[ More than almost anything he can ever remember wanting for himself. He'd dreamed of a life with Sophie, with their children, with Maelle and Emma, all of them creating a little family, a world all their own. He remembers fondly imagining placing a tiny warm bundle of humanity into Maelle's arms and telling her she was an aunt.
But that had been years ago, and that dream, too, had vanished, drifting away like the flowers and ash of the Gommage. His glance falls away, and his head lowers. ]
But Sophie felt it was irresponsible... or worse... to bring a child into this world when it could only end in grief.