What we build is broken

He looked down, trying to puzzle out what his father was or wasn't saying with his words. He sighed. Guess he'll have to figure out what he means on his own. Mortis didn't seem able to parse the meanings clearly, or maybe he couldn't say what he meant. Deeper he got into what?

He looked up into his father's eyes as he mentioned how proud she would be.
"You think so? You think she'll come back if she finds out she doesn't have to take care of me anymore?" He asked hopefully. He knew the answer, his own dreams had told him so, but maybe... maybe that childlike hope could find the answer he wanted instead of the answer that was true. She had to leave when he was finally better, so he could take care of his siblings that also needed her... away from him.

"Speech"