[He doesn't answer immediately, but that's not much of a surprise. It takes him some time to get it out, but it doesn't seem... like it's from anger. More from hurt, yes. It's something defensive. Like an animal in the corner of a cage.]
Was. [The distinction is a bit terse, though not bitter really.] My mom.
[it's tempting to say he's sorry again, after all that, but... he's made it clear that isn't what he wants to hear. after another moment of hesitation, concern still evident in his voice and expression:]
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Was. [The distinction is a bit terse, though not bitter really.] My mom.
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...This place is pretty cruel.
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[He doesn't turn his head, but he does cut his eyes back at Rupert for a second before looking ahead again.]
I can feel you feeling sorry for me from here. You don't have to. She's better off actually.
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[he's definitely concerned, but - he doubts jason wants to hear that, either.]
Better off?
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Yeah. She was sick.
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[after another few moments:]
That doesn't necessarily make it easier for you, though, does it?
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[He could literally be a little more sympathetic, but no he must Conceal, Don’t Feel. And doing it this way helps.]
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I meant losing her.
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It's complicated. But she was still my mom.