Noctisardor Bypass i am blood and blood and replay

he had not known shame until this. he knows she’s right. but, still, he cannot bear it.
he glares at her, stubborn and seething and suddenly afraid: afraid of her. of the way she looms. of the truth in her voice. afraid of the blood that burns in his limbs like fire newly stirred from sleep.
his ears pin flat in hurt, in defiance, in rage. in the anger that sings to his blood and spirit. the woman before him fills the entirety of his vision. she is everything he has hated and everything he has needed. it tears him down the middle.
her last words cut deepest of all. and they are met with a trembling, shaking inhale from her son, who glares at her with hate:
why now? he spits. if what you say is true, why did you not come for me?