[This is wrong. Why wasn't he turning around? The hand he could still see hadn't even twitched. Maes's eyes are, of course, drawn to the picture. It is indeed the same guy from the statue and what he could only assume was the rest of his family.

The Von Bones. Pawlina, Puppette, Barkley, and their father Woofington and an unnamed mother. Maes reached out and propped the photo back up so it could stand properly. The glass was cracked, but Maes didn't have a way to fix that either.]

This is a fine family you have. I bet you keep your favorite pictures with you, I know I do. Three kids though...I can't imagine. My little Elysia is a handfull all on her own. Gracia and I did start talking about trying again, but at the time I was always working too hard and now, well, now it's too late.

[He takes a breath. No reason to talk about that now, unless he was just seeing if mentioning family, not work, would gain a response.]

You know, we found some letters for you, left by your little girl. She's worried about you and your wife, but you know kids have a hard time understanding why parents do the things that they do.

[It's for them. It's always for them. At least for Maes, everything he does now is for Elysia and Gracia and the one time he didn't consider the consequences of what he was doing was the time he died for it. Because he was trying to help someone else, was doing his job over taking care of his family. Dammit, Maes, focus.

Maes sets down the papers he had gathered, smoothing them out and intentionally placing them near the photo. He then straigthens and goes to walk around the desk.]

And sometimes, we mess up and we do things that aren't in their best interest. But we still have to face those things and deal with that too.

[He's talking to the guy in the chair right? Or is he talking to himself. Either way, he's not talking to the back of a chair any more.]