The thing about Gerard Keay is that I don’t know if it would be sadder if he looked like his Mother, looked like his Father, or looked like a mixture of both his parents.

If he looks like his Mother, then he’s always carrying her ghost on his face. Even after her pages are burned she stays in his mirror, and let’s herself by seen in puddles on the ground, and reflects in the eyes of everyone who look’s at him.

But if he looks like his Father, then he’s carrying the ghost of what his life could have been. His face is a reminder of someone he never got the chance to know because they loved him like a son and not like an heir.

If he looks like a mix of them, then both concept’s are true. He can never escape either of their faces because he carries them with him, both as legacy and baggage.