A Conversation of Memories - Marcel&Puck
"You know, some days I wish I could forget things on demand." Puck said casually.
Marcel looked at them confused, almost hurt. "What?"
Puck lowered the book, "why's that so shocking?"
"You wanna forget me, Puck?"
"You? No." She smiled, "not you, you're all the family I have," they lay the book they'd been reading on their chest, "but I wish I didn't know my family chose to abandon me as a lost child." She stared at him, "I wish I just thought you were my dad."
Marcel stared in surprise for a moment, "you're still my kid, Max, I even named you." He told her, a soft gentle voice, a soft smile on his lips.
"You know I remember your stories about Him right?" She reminded him and Marcel paused. "He named you too. So, we both know that doesn't mean much, you call me Puck more than Max anyway. " She reminded him. "Don't you wish it too? You could... forget the bad moments-"
"But then the good times don't feel half as good."
"Or they don't get ruined."
"Puck." He said just off the edge of sharp, "you really need to remember you can't have the good without the bad." He told her. "I'd have died on a plantation if I hadn't met him. I never would have fell in love for the first time. If... if Elijah hadn't turned out to be a di... to be terrible with kids I never would have had the Good times with Klaus. If I didn't decide to stay when Klaus wanted me home from war, I wouldn't have been able to save the guys, Joe wouldn't be here still." He told her.
"If they hadn't left... would you still have helped me?"
"I'd like to think so." He told her, "but I don't know, I don't know who I'd be." He offered softly.