[ He stops his ministrations, instead leaning forward to press his cheek against Bastien's shoulder. ]
When I was young, she was there. But after a certain point, she ceased to be. She stopped leaving bed - and we had no servants, of course, so it's not like in those romantic tales, where the lady with the broken heart is tended to in gentle beauty. A chamber-pot ought not sit for a week.
[ But. ]
My father was a bastard, but my mother was never unkind to me.
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[ He stops his ministrations, instead leaning forward to press his cheek against Bastien's shoulder. ]
When I was young, she was there. But after a certain point, she ceased to be. She stopped leaving bed - and we had no servants, of course, so it's not like in those romantic tales, where the lady with the broken heart is tended to in gentle beauty. A chamber-pot ought not sit for a week.
[ But. ]
My father was a bastard, but my mother was never unkind to me.
[ Sometimes, the best you can hope for. ]