Waltz sat in silence as he felt confliction within his thoughts, conflicted about keeping the scene he wrote, conflicted about deleting the scene he wrote.

He knew he had created Ambrosia out of heartbreak, he knew he had created Ambrosia to help him cope with his divorce, he knew he loved her as much as he loved his wife; Treasure, he knew he didn't have to write Rose and Poppy; they were just two fictional characters in a world that didn't need them, but he had written Poppy, he had chosen to keep Poppy's name in the story, he had chosen to use this daughter's name; Poppy wasn't his, he knew that.

Poppy had learnt that too.

Waltz had tried his hardest to prove time and time again that he was Poppy's father until the truth was revealed, the truth of Treasure lying to him, the truth of Treasure paying off someone else to let her take their baby.

Waltz breathed slowly before rising up to his feet "She'll never forgive me." He spoke as if he was trying to make himself feel better.