[He does not, in fact, tell his mother he loves her.]
[His jaw slides closed with an audible click, and he clenches it a moment, snapping his head up and directing his-- anger? Confusion? He doesn't know what he's feeling right now, really, except that he's rubbed raw like an open wound.] Why, am I going to dream about killing her, next? Akira, you know what's going on, or you wouldn't be here. Just tell me.
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[His jaw slides closed with an audible click, and he clenches it a moment, snapping his head up and directing his-- anger? Confusion? He doesn't know what he's feeling right now, really, except that he's rubbed raw like an open wound.] Why, am I going to dream about killing her, next? Akira, you know what's going on, or you wouldn't be here. Just tell me.