[She waits by the side of Valvalis for the photographs to reveal themselves. The first two reveal their clumsy attempts at using the artifact... and the third one enlightens, with the portrait of her mother.]
Perfect.
[Daisy holds the photos for a long time, looking at them with the hint of a smile, and remains still, deep in thought. Until she decides to speak the truth.]
no subject
Perfect.
[Daisy holds the photos for a long time, looking at them with the hint of a smile, and remains still, deep in thought. Until she decides to speak the truth.]
...She was my mother.