He echoed the Phantom's words, thoughtfully, studying the rim of his cup. Perhaps that was why he felt so uneasy in that room. Christine. They had all heard stories about Christine.
"That was the woman you loved, wasn't it?" He could only assume the Phantom had kept the room the same because he wanted the memory of her. Even if it was difficult to fathom that this young man was at least... what? Sixty?
Questions, questions, questions.
"I'm sorry. That's a rude question." He took a sip of his tea.
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He echoed the Phantom's words, thoughtfully, studying the rim of his cup. Perhaps that was why he felt so uneasy in that room. Christine. They had all heard stories about Christine.
"That was the woman you loved, wasn't it?" He could only assume the Phantom had kept the room the same because he wanted the memory of her. Even if it was difficult to fathom that this young man was at least... what? Sixty?
Questions, questions, questions.
"I'm sorry. That's a rude question." He took a sip of his tea.