shotgun aimed at my heart

Sitri laid his ears to his skull, and felt like whining, but he kept quiet instead. He knew the boy would be upset, but he hadn't wanted to be abused for it. Sitri sighed and looked at him Can't give you your mother unless you die. He didn't understand what the man now in front of him meant. He didn't know what to say, he couldn't have his mother she was dead? He didn't understand really the concept of missing, having never missed anyone really in his life.

Sitri frowned A wolf named Ptarmigan drowned her, she runs us now, but your mother would have died anyway Princeling. She had the wasting disease, the rabies, she was already dying. Granted that did not give anyone the right to take away her life, but perhaps it was a merciful kill at least in Sitri's eyes. Who would want ot live like that going slowly crazy day by day...