He thought for a long moment. "Nathalie has been something of a constant to both myself and my son," he said. "She was both understanding and extremely helpful, especially in the first few weeks. But there was always a... distance there. As devoted as she is, she's still an employee; turning to her on a personal level would been both unprofessional and- given our world- potentially dangerous."
"Amelie and Felix offered their condolences or course, but weren't able to make it in time for the memorial service. I spoke to a few of our old classmates and a few of her acting colleagues there, but I was never especially close to any of them. And given my family's disapproval of may choice of career, I haven't spoken to them since I left for college, nor have they attempted to contact me."
"So no; I had.... have no one in that sense. But Emile was bright, strong, and determined to the very end; I felt that the least I could do to honor her memory would be to attempt to emulate her strength. But giving in to bitterness and despair would have been all too easy, and there were nights where it was... a very near thing."
Nights that had been spent cursing the world, the Miraculous, the Supreme, but most of all himself. Had he been better, stronger, cleverer... Had he understood what was happening sooner... Had he not been so reckless, so focused on his goals above all else, then perhaps... perhaps... If this Adrien's father had had similar nights, and not managed to pull himself out, it would explain a great deal of what he knew and suspected.
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"Amelie and Felix offered their condolences or course, but weren't able to make it in time for the memorial service. I spoke to a few of our old classmates and a few of her acting colleagues there, but I was never especially close to any of them. And given my family's disapproval of may choice of career, I haven't spoken to them since I left for college, nor have they attempted to contact me."
"So no; I had.... have no one in that sense. But Emile was bright, strong, and determined to the very end; I felt that the least I could do to honor her memory would be to attempt to emulate her strength. But giving in to bitterness and despair would have been all too easy, and there were nights where it was... a very near thing."
Nights that had been spent cursing the world, the Miraculous, the Supreme, but most of all himself. Had he been better, stronger, cleverer... Had he understood what was happening sooner... Had he not been so reckless, so focused on his goals above all else, then perhaps... perhaps... If this Adrien's father had had similar nights, and not managed to pull himself out, it would explain a great deal of what he knew and suspected.