[Ben stares back, blinking his dark eyes uncertainly. He doesn’t really want to die at all, let alone for anyone or anything. But... that was his mother. She loved him, and ... he loved her, even if duty and emotional distance kept them apart in present time.]
—she’s my mother.
[Like that alone should explain everything. He couldn’t bare to live witht himself if he even thought about leaving her to die. The thought of it is insulting. He isn’t a monster.]
Just because I don’t agree with her doesn’t mean I want her dead.
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—she’s my mother.
[Like that alone should explain everything. He couldn’t bare to live witht himself if he even thought about leaving her to die. The thought of it is insulting. He isn’t a monster.]
Just because I don’t agree with her doesn’t mean I want her dead.