[Poland freezes. He's just... he can't even deal with this. There is a little girl with Liet's eye color and Liet's smile and hints of his own facial structure, and a little boy with wavy hair like Liet's and eyes that are his, and he wants it to be real so badly it hurts.]
... What...
[His hand shakes as he pushes the photograph gently away from himself.]
It's not real. It... Liet, why would you pretend something like that?
[NOT GOING TO CRY, NOT GOING TO CRY, NOT GOING TO CRY <\3 ;A;]
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... What...
[His hand shakes as he pushes the photograph gently away from himself.]
It's not real. It... Liet, why would you pretend something like that?
[NOT GOING TO CRY, NOT GOING TO CRY, NOT GOING TO CRY <\3 ;A;]