Mum told me to live, yes. Maybe it's why I fought so hard, did anything I could. I think if she hadn't... I might've given up a long time ago.

[He was so frail, it wouldn't have taken much for the world to trample him broken and bleeding into the mud. But he stood up and stole the stone and endured the agony, and now here he is, for whatever it's worth.]

So much of what I remember is pain. She took away the one thing I know in my heart is good, and I... I'd do anything to get that person back.