[ He's been trying to think about it but it's hard. It's hard because it's his mother— it's not his mother- it's his memory of her, he's at least convinced of that, a monster taking on the form of somebody he misses, that's like something straight out of a movie or a storybook, unoriginal.

That means it's his fault it exists.

That means it'll be his fault it dies. He'll have killed his mother twice. ]

You think! A monster wouldn't care if I'm alone, it would've eaten me and you while we were back there in the hall! I wouldn't be a threat, and you were caught off guard, so it can't be something like that. I know it's not my mother, after all. That much alone should safeguard me.