[Maelle falls silent. She does know. It's the same reason she so desperately tried to get to him. Why this all hurts so much. Her lips purse together as she tries to keep her breathing level.
She almost succeeds.]
You... were never going to keep that promise, were you? Not as long as I was there. You knew it when we talked about it at camp.
[She can't be upset with him for it. All her rage and anger is for Renoir. And the Paintress, for being an obstacle. Gustave only ever did his best. He was good. Nothing will ever tarnish her opinion of him.
Her eyes fall to the glass, to the bread in her hand. She puts it down on the small plate before her and takes a slow breath before looking to him again.]
I don't know what to do without you.
[Such would have always been the case. Gommage or otherwise, he was so ingrained in her every day, thought, view of the world.]
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She almost succeeds.]
You... were never going to keep that promise, were you? Not as long as I was there. You knew it when we talked about it at camp.
[She can't be upset with him for it. All her rage and anger is for Renoir. And the Paintress, for being an obstacle. Gustave only ever did his best. He was good. Nothing will ever tarnish her opinion of him.
Her eyes fall to the glass, to the bread in her hand. She puts it down on the small plate before her and takes a slow breath before looking to him again.]
I don't know what to do without you.
[Such would have always been the case. Gommage or otherwise, he was so ingrained in her every day, thought, view of the world.]