[It is hard to come to terms with, especially when one has lived a life riddled with failures both genuine and perceived. He's failed to live up to the name he was, at one time, so proud to bear, and it has embittered him toward his lineage in a way he doesn't like to admit; he feels inadequate every time he thinks of those tall paintings in the Longinmouth estate, depictions of the family's finest moments, and knows he will never have one of his own.
If nothing else, at least he has these rocks, and some fine students. People who care for him in ways he never thought possible back in Bear Den, where his reputation and affliction alienated him. Homesick as he may be, things are... better here.]
I am. Proud of them- my students, I mean. And these rocks. And my garden. Gardens, now, I suppose. Heh.
[He smiles sheepishly. Good on you Pratt, making him thinking positively.]
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If nothing else, at least he has these rocks, and some fine students. People who care for him in ways he never thought possible back in Bear Den, where his reputation and affliction alienated him. Homesick as he may be, things are... better here.]
I am. Proud of them- my students, I mean. And these rocks. And my garden. Gardens, now, I suppose. Heh.
[He smiles sheepishly. Good on you Pratt, making him thinking positively.]