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

She didn't mean that he was completely like Laroche. Just more than her really, but he didn't think much of it. Why would he? Her poor husband could barely stand most days.

But her next words brought into him some rage.
Something that was neither her or Laroche, but truly of the man who'd snatched her son.
Her heart thundered at his words. And when he backed away it felt like her heart was on a string, attached to his. Pulling her towards him.
Sacnite stood, fearing he'd run away. Adamant she'd follow this new tug to the very end.

"You're my son," she replied softly. She so badly wanted it to be true, but here he was, and she really was finding it hard to find herself in him. Replaced, by that other woman.
He was her son, not Sacnite's.

Her eyes dropped away from him. She bit her tongue. Where was her soft fire she once had? It had burned bright standing with Minori, but now it was barely an ember.
"I will," she replied quietly. She'd...get herself together. Find someone who will save her.

She looked up to him again, not knowing what to think anymore.