"I just think it's sweet. I don't really have a family, back home. I have friends, I suppose, but. It's not quite the same, and I don't know how much they see me for me. You know, beyond Mimley's lover. Theresa and Marguerite's landlord. I guess I wanted the opportunity to...bask in someone else's old memories. I made my father cards when I was little, too. Not for...'Father's Day', that wasn't a thing in Gallery, at least not in my time."

He looks down at the card again. "But I'm sure mine were discarded, too, if not when I was little, definitely when I detached myself from my name."