Eh. They'll be fine. He's trading most of them and everything dries eventually, Maes isn't too worried about it. He has his priorities and it's clearly the pictures. He pauses as an idea occurs to him and he smiles slightly.
"You know...now that you mention it, this is nowhere near my photo collection. Astoria got us gifts once from home and mine was a photo album. I wonder if I could make a similar request of the Night Market. Pluto can apparently get items that are more specific to your world -- Rosinante was able to get some newspapers from his home. A photo album shouldn't be too much trouble, right?" He could even try to get the one that Astoria had already transported to the Circle. "Maybe you could ask for something like that too or I can tell you how my request goes."
It wasn't the same as having them here and honestly he wouldn't wish this place on them, no matter the immediate comfort of seeing Gracia again. This was the path he was on now and he just had to keep hoping that one day he could be reunited with them if he kept looking for the long way back home.
He has a sense for these things and feels the need to show another picture with all this talk of them being together. Maes reaches into his pocket again and pulls out a different picture. "Take a look."
This one is even more worn than the first and he angles it so Sora can see it too. This one has the whole family. "She's kind...and she's also strong. I don't like it, but you're right. My girls have each other and Gracia will make sure they stay okay."
He didn't say it, but he thought about how they had to be, otherwise why was he suffering so much if they also had to suffer too? Sometimes it was like being in Ishval all over again. He never imagined there could be an experience worse than that -- being separated from Gracia by miles of sand and hell. Now there was a whole universe between them and he had a little girl that was growing up without him.
There was a reason he didn't pull them out as often as he did when he was alive. It was a constant reminder of that separation and some days it was harder to keep his feelings down. This conversation was proving difficult, but while Sora looked at the picture Maes turned his back to him to pick up his discarded pile and stealthly swipe at his eyes.
Maes was grateful for the darkness and diversion. He's always been quick to mask emotions, a trick he learned a long time ago, and it's barely a second later before he's cheerfully turning back. "Anyway. You're welcome to look at more if I manage to get an album. If not I do have a few more I keep at my cabin. Obviously anyone who is feeling down is immediately going to be cheered by Elysia's precious smile, right!"
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"You know...now that you mention it, this is nowhere near my photo collection. Astoria got us gifts once from home and mine was a photo album. I wonder if I could make a similar request of the Night Market. Pluto can apparently get items that are more specific to your world -- Rosinante was able to get some newspapers from his home. A photo album shouldn't be too much trouble, right?" He could even try to get the one that Astoria had already transported to the Circle. "Maybe you could ask for something like that too or I can tell you how my request goes."
It wasn't the same as having them here and honestly he wouldn't wish this place on them, no matter the immediate comfort of seeing Gracia again. This was the path he was on now and he just had to keep hoping that one day he could be reunited with them if he kept looking for the long way back home.
He has a sense for these things and feels the need to show another picture with all this talk of them being together. Maes reaches into his pocket again and pulls out a different picture. "Take a look."
This one is even more worn than the first and he angles it so Sora can see it too. This one has the whole family. "She's kind...and she's also strong. I don't like it, but you're right. My girls have each other and Gracia will make sure they stay okay."
He didn't say it, but he thought about how they had to be, otherwise why was he suffering so much if they also had to suffer too? Sometimes it was like being in Ishval all over again. He never imagined there could be an experience worse than that -- being separated from Gracia by miles of sand and hell. Now there was a whole universe between them and he had a little girl that was growing up without him.
There was a reason he didn't pull them out as often as he did when he was alive. It was a constant reminder of that separation and some days it was harder to keep his feelings down. This conversation was proving difficult, but while Sora looked at the picture Maes turned his back to him to pick up his discarded pile and stealthly swipe at his eyes.
Maes was grateful for the darkness and diversion. He's always been quick to mask emotions, a trick he learned a long time ago, and it's barely a second later before he's cheerfully turning back. "Anyway. You're welcome to look at more if I manage to get an album. If not I do have a few more I keep at my cabin. Obviously anyone who is feeling down is immediately going to be cheered by Elysia's precious smile, right!"