[ That gives Bree pause, thinking about that as she looks away from Claire and at some random object in the room. She looks, unquestionably, like Jamie when she does, deep in thought as she turns over her mother's words in her head. ]
I don't want to hurt him. He's lost so much already.
[ Now, she looks back at Claire. ]
He wanted to be my father but did what he had to, to keep us safe. He'll see that I turned out okay. I think. Maybe that's enough.
[ It isn't that she doesn't want to celebrate Frank, he was her father through and through. Teaching her how to ride a bicycle, birthday hugs and kisses, cuddling in his lap while he read to her and teaching her to drive. All of those things were with the only father she ever knew, and he was amazing at it. But she's self-aware enough now, now that all of this is real and she's traveled back in time, to know she doesn't want to rub those memories in the face of the man who lost everything. ]
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I don't want to hurt him. He's lost so much already.
[ Now, she looks back at Claire. ]
He wanted to be my father but did what he had to, to keep us safe. He'll see that I turned out okay. I think. Maybe that's enough.
[ It isn't that she doesn't want to celebrate Frank, he was her father through and through. Teaching her how to ride a bicycle, birthday hugs and kisses, cuddling in his lap while he read to her and teaching her to drive. All of those things were with the only father she ever knew, and he was amazing at it. But she's self-aware enough now, now that all of this is real and she's traveled back in time, to know she doesn't want to rub those memories in the face of the man who lost everything. ]