Re: Marvel: Max & Ella
[Max knew. It was in her face, before she said anything, that she knew about her father.] I know. I was home for a while. [She sounded sympathetic, and she always would be. Not many people understood the adoration she had for the commandant of her childhood, but she'd spent a lifetime trying to win the admiration of a hero, only to learn he was a man at the end. Old and grey and tired, and having lost the only thing that ever mattered - his reputation. Swallowing his gun wasn't brave, but she understood it. She hadn't spoken one word to her mother since, and she didn't regret that either. But that wasn't something for here. It wasn't even something for open air. It was hers, and she wasn't going to try to defend it.]
I know.
[End of that conversation, and the tightness in her sharp cheekbones said as much.]
Did you meet your father? I always assumed she'd tell you once the General was gone.