...Maybe. [He looks deeply unsure about this one. Most of his time on the Barge -- frankly, most of his time in the war -- has been spent avoiding remembering as much as possible. But the gods, or the Admiral, or someone sent him a dream, and it's stuck with him. Keep the home fires burning. He bites his lip.]
Margaret might like it. We don't... have a lot of pictures.
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Margaret might like it. We don't... have a lot of pictures.