Answer me.
But he can't. There's no answers, no excuse. He can tell his mother what she least wants to hear, that he loved, that he would die for her. But it's too late. That's his plain answer, without embellishment, without flourish. He would've said it once, with all the sarcasm and snark he could muster. Now he says nothing, because his words fled with her. And maybe he'll find them again one day, and find his answer, but for now, Morningstar will have to settle for silence; for nothing. Strongclaw is a fool for ever thinking his mother will content herself with nothing.