Clorinda frowned, not because she didn't believe him, but because he was making a mess of this story. "You seem to be comparing your mother, a grown woman, to your brother who was a child. That seems a very illogical idea that will lead you to the wrong conclusions."
And this was why she liked facts so much. They were neutral and help no judgments. "I find that children tend to be very irrational. My brother had a baby two years ago and suddenly his perfectly normal daughter turned into a jealous monster. My eldest nephew is ten and his brother is either. When the little one gets told that he can't go with his brother or do something, he will scream and cry until his mother forces my nephew to take his brother with him. What I'm saying is that you are comparing your mother to a child, with the same meter that you would judge an adult. He was a child and his brother didn't pay attention to him. He did his own version of crying and screaming, except you didn't have good parents to help you stay together."
She touched his chest as well and sighed. "What she did was awful, but why would he come with you? In the mind of the child, you betrayed him. I'm not saying that it's logical. You were a teenager too. I'm just saying that children, teenagers, they are all annoyingly irrational and honestly trying to justify actions taken as a child with the mind of an adult will never help you come to terms with it, especially because you've had a decade to put your own spins on it, you both have your own very different views of the facts. I know that doesn't help you. Maybe he'll never be able to let go of that childhood experience. Maybe if you want the relationship, you have to accept that or accept that you won't have a relationship."