AN: The dialogue here comes from the episode "Four Months Later."
Angela was beginning to find Nathan's sulking quite irritating. She left him alone for several months, but it finally became clear that he wasn't coming out of it. She went to Peter's apartment, which was where Nathan was currently staying, and waited for her son to come back.
After an hour, he came in, unwashed and reeking of alcohol. Really, his behavior was absolutely unbecoming of a future president.
"What are you doing here, Ma?" he asked.
"It's time to move on, Nathan. He's dead," she said, caressing a picture of the two brothers. Actually, she knew Peter was alive, although she wasn't entirely sure where he was at the moment. But Nathan didn't need to know that.
"You don't know that. Leave his stuff alone. He's going to want it when he gets back." Nathan fought with her for the picture, but Angela refused to let go. Her son was being absolutely childish today. The picture slipped out of her hands and crashed to the floor. Nathan picked it up.
Angela tried switching tactics. "You're drunk," she said harshly. "Thank God your father isn't here to see you."
She couldn't see her son's face, but she noticed his back stiffening slightly. Nathan had always adored his father, and he knew that Arthur would never have approved of his son drinking himself into a stupor. Still, he couldn't seem to even rouse himself enough to snap at her. He just muttered something incoherent.
Angela began to pack Peter's things into a box. "You killed your brother, drove Heidi away, drove your kids away. If you'd followed our plan, if you'd done what you were supposed to do, your brother would be alive now!"
He finally looked at her. "And to think I almost listened to you," he said, almost as if he were just awakening. "You're evil, Ma. Get out."
Finally, she thought, and swept out of the room, although not before she had batted his hand out of the way with a book.
Nathan had been letting himself stew in self-pity and hopelessness for too long. Angela really didn't care if he hated her or loved her, as long as he did something. As long as he acted, he would be heading in the proper direction; it was in his nature. His grandstanding in Kirby Plaza had only delayed the inevitable. It was an irritating setback, certainly, but nothing more.
One day, Nathan would be the president. He would be the greatest leader the world has ever known, the one responsible for coping with humanity's worst crisis. He would make mistakes, but history would always remember him. History would probably forget about her, but it was enough to know that she had made it all happen.