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Papa...
...can you hear me?
It's me, Franziska.
Father...
...are you there?
It's me, Miles.
Papa...
...why did you do it?
Father....
...why did you leave me here alone?
Don't you know how awful it is to be alone?
Don't you know how awful it is to know that your father was...
...a murderer?
...murdered?
You were always so good to us...
a little strict, yes...
...a disciplinarian, of course.
But you always wanted what was best for us.
What did he do to deserve that?
What did you do to deserve that?
Why couldn't you have let him go?
Why did he have to bother us, anyway?
I've always wanted to be like you.
You were always so strong, so brave.
You always seemed to know what to do.
Perhaps most importantly...
You were always there for me.
Until that day.
You became cold...
dead...
You left me alone.
I wanted to impress you...
help you...
But you were too far for me to reach.
I love you.
I'll carry on your name.
The good...
...and the bad...
...whether I like it or not.
I'll make things right.
I'll restore honor to our name...
I'll avenge our name...
I'll make you proud.
Franziska...
Miles...
You've already made me proud.
Not a day goes by...
without me regretting it.
If I could bring him back...
if I could fix things for us...
I'd do anything to make you happy.
You've grown into such a fine young lady...
such a gentleman...
You're greater than anything I could ever hope to accomplish.
Franziska...
Miles...
I'm sorry.
I miss you.
I love you.
I hope you can forgive me.
Papa...
Father...
Thank you.