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Father is a strange old soul... I know I love him, and I know he loves us, but sometimes I really, really just... I don't know. I shouldn't think like that.
Bee... he looks so much like his mother. Every time I see him, I... I cannot help myself from missing her that much more. Would she be proud of him? He's grown up so fine... Perhaps she wouldn't be enthused about the Pawnhood, but... such things can't be helped. He does his best; and in truth, isn't that all any of us can do?