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Dear Mummy. I'm home. Miss me?

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*turns as white as a ghost*

I told you not to come back.

Tsk. I'm to old to be told what to do. You should know that.

Get out of London, Quincey. I can't always protect you.

*turns away from the sound of his voice -- can't bear it*

Oh Mina, Who says I need protecting?

I'm not afraid of your VH boy.

*sighs deeply, drawing her coat a little tighter about herself*

I don't ever want to see you again.

Mina.
Please don't cut me out of your life. Please? We belong. We are Family.

*pained -- deeply, horribly pained*

You've made your choices, Quincey.

What if I wish to make new ones. What if I now choose you?

*faint little scoff*

Don't lie to me, Quincey. You're not going to change. I can't even imagine you giving up your sight for the same treatments I have. Just--

Just don't, my son. Don't be cruel.

I.

Mother please.

I miss you. Can you not beieve that? do you have that low an opinion of me? and you?

*presses her hands to her mouth, just barely managing to not weep*

Oh, Quincey. Mine own boy...

Hold me? Please.

I miss you. Please mother.

*knows, deep in the very marrow of her bones, that this is probably a trick somehow... but nonetheless mutely opens her arms*

*moves quickly into hug her, no trick, just a hug*

*holds onto him for a long moment*

Now get out of London and never come back.

No. I'm not leaving London. I'm going to prove my worth to you.

It's not going to work. Go back to Annika and leave.

No. Mother. I'm staying in London.

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