[ this is shaking him to his core. what is HAPPENING. laurence stares at him for a moment, a thousand questions swirling through his head, before remembering he should at least try to answer. ]
Oh, um... Nice to meet you? [ help. ] I haven't seen anyone like that, sorry.
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[ this is shaking him to his core. what is HAPPENING. laurence stares at him for a moment, a thousand questions swirling through his head, before remembering he should at least try to answer. ]
Oh, um... Nice to meet you? [ help. ] I haven't seen anyone like that, sorry.
But maybe we can look for him...?
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Is that okay, Monsieur...? I don't want to take up too much of your time...
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It's okay, I finished up what I was doing already. [ ... ] You can call me Laurence.
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Thank you. You're very kind.
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he doesn't think this grandfather will be anywhere they can reach but. who knows weirder things have happened in heaven. ]
Your grandfather... What kind of places does he like? We can start there.
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Flowers! Grandpa loves the flowers more than anyone, so he is probably taking a walk.
[ assumes... ]
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...What're you on the way to Heaven for, exactly?
[ a little young for that, isn't he? ]
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Probably the fire...?
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There was a fire?
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[ quietly, even as he tries to remember the vivid flashes of what he just saw ]
I was trying to help a little girl... I hope she got out okay...
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I'm sorry. For you and all those people.
For what it's worth... I haven't seen any little girls around here. She's probably alright, back home.
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It was scary... but I'd be happy if I could've saved just one person.
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I think you must have. So maybe going through something that scary is worth it, if only for that.
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[ laurence, internally: this has to end eventually and we won't have to see a child be upset his grandpa isn't here to see him, right? right? ]
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but yves gaaaasps ]
Can we, Laurence? He'd love that....
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[ assuming they are toddling around the gardens, yves will perk up once he sees the white and pink spider lilies blooming somewhere ]
Oh, there...! But their color is different...
[ the ones on yves's halo are black, after all ]
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You're used to... what, red and black ones?
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But that's why a lot of people hate them... but Grandpa always took me there anyway. They mean a lot to him.
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But if you can't pick them, you can't make a bouquet out of them, either.
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