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She reacts with surprise at revelation that both were gone.

Who knows. He remarks with a shrug. 

But the thought of his reckless mother, still alive and gutsy enough to strike out without the Rise, nearly puts a smile on his face. It was something she'd do, and it was in his blood to admire her tenacity. She died, but his reverence for her, his loyalty, was hardwired; immortal. For all her wrongs, she could never do wrong. 

He prefers that half-truth over reality.

Mulherin offers Lilia a reassuring headbutt to the shoulder. She seems more distressed by the news than him. He could see she still cared a great deal for them, her remorse for the past.

His expression softens. Don't feel bad. It's better this way, seriously.

You aren't like them. You made the right decision. He affirms, adding ruefully—Wish it didn't halfta be this way, though.