[Barabas has asked the question, and he won't push it. He understands the need a man may have for his secrets. But Maes is a good person, someone he's come to consider a friend.
And he thinks they're standing in front of something unspoken, something heavy and lingering there in the unsaid.
But then Maes continues.]
Maes...
[This one hurts. Maes is far too young to be dead. And that little girl and his wife that he talks about with so much clear adoration, somewhere in a world without him. How is that fair? How is that right? But life so often isn't. The redhead shakes his head.] I'd say I'm sorry, but what a useless sentiment even if it's a true one.
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And he thinks they're standing in front of something unspoken, something heavy and lingering there in the unsaid.
But then Maes continues.]
Maes...
[This one hurts. Maes is far too young to be dead. And that little girl and his wife that he talks about with so much clear adoration, somewhere in a world without him. How is that fair? How is that right? But life so often isn't. The redhead shakes his head.] I'd say I'm sorry, but what a useless sentiment even if it's a true one.