It isn't anything he's forgotten. His mother wasn't a werewolf, after all. She was human, skin and bones and something extraordinary in spite of that. If his she'd never met Alek's father, if he'd never used her for his little experiments, maybe she wouldn't have gotten so sick. Maybe she would still be here, but maybes don't count for much.
"Mine too," he says after a moment. He's not good at this; words, relating to people, expressing himself. But it's his way of saying he's sorry, that he's been there, and he knows that it sucks.
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It isn't anything he's forgotten. His mother wasn't a werewolf, after all. She was human, skin and bones and something extraordinary in spite of that. If his she'd never met Alek's father, if he'd never used her for his little experiments, maybe she wouldn't have gotten so sick. Maybe she would still be here, but maybes don't count for much.
"Mine too," he says after a moment. He's not good at this; words, relating to people, expressing himself. But it's his way of saying he's sorry, that he's been there, and he knows that it sucks.