Falls of the Hinterlands Mama, we're meant for the flies

There was recognition at the least and he studied her fascinated for a few moments by the sheer fact that it was actually the one who'd given him life. Soft words uttered by a sweet voice that he remembered only from the clinging to it he'd done his entire life thus far before saying goodbye to Vanity. "Where were you?" He demanded before anything else and then more tensely, containing the desire to react with an outburst of temper he'd controlled for the longest now. 
"You missed me while a monster snatched me up and another woman kept me relatively safe from him?" oh if she only knew how vague he was being for both of their sakes.  His silver eyes were still round as he looked at her but there was a tightness to his expression, a quivering at his lips that could speak of angst or anger. "I was right there Mom" he said softly motioning to where he had stood for the longest time staring at the body too shocked and confused and horrified to approach "I saw him before you did and I stood here watching when you came" how would she respond to that? Had she known at all?