What was her angle, what was she getting at? He didn't see it, so he saw no harm in giving her a history lesson, if that was what she wanted. “It’s not that complicated, mother.” He said as he caught up to her. He tried to catch at her nape and pull her back to him. He wasn’t trying to hurt her, just pin her down. Some small part of him was screaming out that this wasn’t how you treated your mother. He bottled it down.
“They breed Grandfather’s family for generations, and breed them for war, as a result theres fucked up shit in his genes. Mortis got the wings of a bird, Indigo got the mane of a lion, and my father got the paws of a bear. My height is a throw back from something they bred” he wasn’t sure what she meant about ‘no one’ being like him. His muts were pretty close to his dad, and his oldest sons even more so. Did she think there was some lesson to be learned by this history? Was she trying to remind him that his grandfather had been a slave? He wasn’t making her a slave. Maybe. Probably.