I dreamt I saw my mother again.
Same beautiful pale blue eyes.
This is the one I was talking about.
When I lost her...
I lost sight of any landmark
that might have led me some place happier.
You're the boy, aren't you?
The boy whose mother was killed?
We all feel afraid sometimes.
You never know...
what's going to decide your future.
To lose something...
that should have been immortal...
Please, tell me...
it isn't true.