"Because they're so sad," Pyotr quietly explains. "I didn't think anyone else would want to see them..." He didn't want to see them, is what he means. At least, not then.
"I made these, you know," he informs Elsie, turning to study her again. She really doesn't look all that much like Grace, he realizes, now that he's looking at her more closely. But that's only to be accepted; Grace was a unique creature, a snowflake in the purest and most temporal sense of the word. Yet isn't there something touchingly unique about Elsie as well? Pyotr finds himself speaking more freely than he'd meant to, confiding in her his experiences at Merrymeet and the gift from Efrain in even greater detail than he'd shared with Fever or Erik. "I didn't realize he had any plans for them," he insists. "At the time I really thought they could be discarded like so much trash."
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"I made these, you know," he informs Elsie, turning to study her again. She really doesn't look all that much like Grace, he realizes, now that he's looking at her more closely. But that's only to be accepted; Grace was a unique creature, a snowflake in the purest and most temporal sense of the word. Yet isn't there something touchingly unique about Elsie as well? Pyotr finds himself speaking more freely than he'd meant to, confiding in her his experiences at Merrymeet and the gift from Efrain in even greater detail than he'd shared with Fever or Erik. "I didn't realize he had any plans for them," he insists. "At the time I really thought they could be discarded like so much trash."