[Vesper, she says, and he remembers—not just his sister, calm and ladylike Vesper de Rolo meant to step into an advisory position, but his daughter: little Vesper, grinning brightly up at him and missing one tooth. He'd made her a pop gun.
Children. Children. He says:]
I—She had white hair, yes? Or brown, I think she might've dyed it at some point. [He's not calm. He feels—strange, feels doubled, somehow: here's Percy de Rolo of Whitestone, who lived a full life and loved his family so well he would defend them with his very life, and here's Percy de Rolo of Kaisou, who's in his twenties and still needs an alarm clock to remind him when it's time to stop working.
He and Vex had a family. He remembers that. He remembers the pitter-patter of little feet and his heart aches.
Softly:] I made her a pop gun. If I remember correctly, she broke a vase with that thing.
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Children. Children. He says:]
I—She had white hair, yes? Or brown, I think she might've dyed it at some point. [He's not calm. He feels—strange, feels doubled, somehow: here's Percy de Rolo of Whitestone, who lived a full life and loved his family so well he would defend them with his very life, and here's Percy de Rolo of Kaisou, who's in his twenties and still needs an alarm clock to remind him when it's time to stop working.
He and Vex had a family. He remembers that. He remembers the pitter-patter of little feet and his heart aches.
Softly:] I made her a pop gun. If I remember correctly, she broke a vase with that thing.