[ Ah! Finally someone receptive to taking back their photos. Frederick immediately launches his assault, though it shows only in the animation in his voice and the eagerness shining in his eyes. ]
From the machines [ he points at one hovering five feet away ] surrounding us, though I cannot say yet who they choose to photograph and when. However, many of these photographs seem to hold significance to those they belong to. I simply wished to return them in case they proved important.
[ From the way this man's gaze stays firmly on the picture held out to him, he'd say the picture is at least of interest, if not import. ]
Is she a relative of yours? A niece, perhaps?
[ The age difference makes the theory plausible. ]
[He looks to where Frederick gestures only briefly, his eyes drawn to the photograph as if by gravity. When he answers, it is as if an afterthought.]
Yes, thank you, monsieur.
[He then reaches to carefully take the stack that the young man had gathered. As the photographs pass hands, Jean Valjean lifts his gaze to him and gives a quiet wistful smile.]
She is my daughter.
[A simple and ordinary statement, but the way he says it seems to carry much weight.]
Reflexively, Frederick's gaze is drawn back to the picture of the young woman, whom he silently begins to contrast against the man before him. They don't look much alike, but perhaps she takes after her mother more? In any case, it's clear the man loves her very much, which is all that matters to Fred. He smiles softly. ]
Your daughter is a beautiful young woman. What is her name?
[ Hard to tell if this man is a Refugee or a local, and thus harder to know if the young woman is present with them or not. ]
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nysalogs2018-07-21 07:59 pm
god i'm the worst
From the machines [ he points at one hovering five feet away ] surrounding us, though I cannot say yet who they choose to photograph and when. However, many of these photographs seem to hold significance to those they belong to. I simply wished to return them in case they proved important.
[ From the way this man's gaze stays firmly on the picture held out to him, he'd say the picture is at least of interest, if not import. ]
Is she a relative of yours? A niece, perhaps?
[ The age difference makes the theory plausible. ]
yes you are val :\
Yes, thank you, monsieur.
[He then reaches to carefully take the stack that the young man had gathered. As the photographs pass hands, Jean Valjean lifts his gaze to him and gives a quiet wistful smile.]
She is my daughter.
[A simple and ordinary statement, but the way he says it seems to carry much weight.]
cries, forgive me kath
Reflexively, Frederick's gaze is drawn back to the picture of the young woman, whom he silently begins to contrast against the man before him. They don't look much alike, but perhaps she takes after her mother more? In any case, it's clear the man loves her very much, which is all that matters to Fred. He smiles softly. ]
Your daughter is a beautiful young woman. What is her name?
[ Hard to tell if this man is a Refugee or a local, and thus harder to know if the young woman is present with them or not. ]