[When he hears that shudder in his voice, his fingers curl inward, a slight squeeze to her hand as he furrows his brow and looks to her at last, tearing his gaze from the display.]
It isn't wrong to want more, Amelia. There aren't many people who would be able to handle a situation like that with grace. Who would be able to accept that kind of loss before there was no choice but to do so.
[He looks back to the photographs; somehow, it's easier to say all of this without looking directly at her.]
That kind of anger, that selfishness... it's only human.
[She is only human.]
Were you angry at him, or the unfairness of the situation? It's... easier, sometimes, to direct that anger onto those we can see. We get angry because we care about something enough for it to move us, for us to feel something. From what I've seen here today, I don't doubt that he gave you all he had without a moment of regret.
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It isn't wrong to want more, Amelia. There aren't many people who would be able to handle a situation like that with grace. Who would be able to accept that kind of loss before there was no choice but to do so.
[He looks back to the photographs; somehow, it's easier to say all of this without looking directly at her.]
That kind of anger, that selfishness... it's only human.
[She is only human.]
Were you angry at him, or the unfairness of the situation? It's... easier, sometimes, to direct that anger onto those we can see. We get angry because we care about something enough for it to move us, for us to feel something. From what I've seen here today, I don't doubt that he gave you all he had without a moment of regret.