a mum shouldn't have favourites...

He hesitated for a moment, feeling a little uncertain as he looked at his mum, before stepping forward. Taking her up on her offer. She seemed so much… smaller, and more fragile than he remembered as a child. He settled himself gingerly beside her. Not sure where it was safe to touch her.

“Do you want to… talk about it?” He asked. Mortis hadn’t said what had happened to her, and he wasn’t sure if she wanted to talk about it or what. If she wanted revenge, he would help her with that. He would gladly rip apart anybody who hurt her, and he knew he wouldn’t be the only one in line for that.


"Speech"