Tough episode to watch, man. The already tenuous relationship between Athanasia and her father hits a snag when she sounds exactly like her mother during breakfast. I mean, she’s drinking a tea from her mother’s homeland, so what did Claude expect? Two people can’t have the same opinion about something? But all of a sudden, Claude is too busy to see his daughter. He gives her hope just to snatch it away because she made an innocent, innocuous comment. Next thing you know, she’s burning pictures she’s drawn of her and her father. That’s legitimately heartbreaking. No matter how smart she is, Athanasia is still just a baby who just wants her father’s love and attention. I’m not even a father and I still feel all choked up over this scene.