Carlisle hadn't even considered that, though the less thinking he does regarding his face (and what's left of it) these days, the better. His own gaze returns to the painting, his eyes meeting those of his former self.
"Well, I hope it's everything you imagined. Admittedly, I forget sometimes how red my hair once was."
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Carlisle hadn't even considered that, though the less thinking he does regarding his face (and what's left of it) these days, the better. His own gaze returns to the painting, his eyes meeting those of his former self.
"Well, I hope it's everything you imagined. Admittedly, I forget sometimes how red my hair once was."