This felt really strange. But Connor didn't regret it. He really did wonder how close they would be at age. How old was she when she passed? They must be closer than he thought. By the smallest of years.

He let go, finally realizing what he did. Afraid once more of what she could be thinking of him.

Even after embracing his mother...being able to TALK to her after all these years...he was so sure he was happy. Happy. But...feeling intense remorse. The powers of this place to make this a reality. To make this happen.

It wasn't natural. Shouldn't. Not with his father either. He really wondered if the dead mattered at all here. Tomorrow he could see another that passed from his past, present, or his future.

The nerve of this place. The damn nerve.

Finally though, he decided to switch to English again. "Sorry..."