Bran sighed, running a hand down his face as he tried to think of some kind of answer that was vague while still satisfying her enough to stop pursuing the topic. How the hell was he supposed to explain that he didn't have a birth certificate; that he hadn't even been outside for more than an hour the first sixteen years of his life and learned the basics from books and observation? He could have gotten forged documents for Bran Wilder, but it was trickier to create an entire identity from scratch - and besides, he didn't have those kinds of connections. Threats and stolen money could only get a person so far. Even to him the entire thing sounded like the plot line of a bad movie, so he could only imagine what she would think. "It's complicated. Look, when I told you I was no one, it really wasn't that much of an exaggeration." Hopefully she would just take that and leave it alone, but he doubted he would be that lucky.
Technically speaking he still had family out there somewhere. He didn't know his mother's name, or even the names of his grandparents; all he had was their last name. Truthfully he never wanted to find them, and his grandparents were probably dead by now anyway. Although he'd never admit it, seeking his mother out would only confirm the fact that he couldn't hurt her; and he preferred to pretend that wasn't true. "If being related to someone by blood makes them family, then I guess I did once. But when shared blood is as far as it goes, the word doesn't mean much."