[He had been raised by a mother who adored him, who saw in him saw the vestiges of the man she had loved and then lost to the call of duty, and by a grandfather who cherished him, having no sons to fill his throne and dwindling into the twilight of his years. Yet there is no love comparable to that which binds father and son - and so always he has been bereft despite all that he has.
Curiosity, sharp and tremulous, fills his countenance as she tells of these portraits which shall give shape to the long missing father who haunts the fringes of his memories and the center of his thoughts.]
Yes, yes, you must show me - I must see, even if it is not truly him but only the likeness thereof.
[It cannot be enough, no doubt, but it is not nothing.]
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Curiosity, sharp and tremulous, fills his countenance as she tells of these portraits which shall give shape to the long missing father who haunts the fringes of his memories and the center of his thoughts.]
Yes, yes, you must show me - I must see, even if it is not truly him but only the likeness thereof.
[It cannot be enough, no doubt, but it is not nothing.]