"Oh," Ava breathes out, a touch regretful at their shared connection ending in such a tragic fate. She wonders if Maximilien even knows. Knows that he hadn't really cared much, about others. Before. "I'm sorry. Nobody's life should be worth less than property."

And now she's worried Max has gone and sacrificed himself, his wish. For the rest of them. Ava sits quietly with that for a moment, studying the man.

"He. Protected me. So many times," she wants him to know. That Maximilien was a good man, underneath the sleek cold exterior. More than just his money and fashionable suit and grand hotels.