... But she didn't deserve that. [...] My mother. She died, abandoned and miserable and heartbroken. She paid for their lies.
[But even saying that much, to someone who isn't Aramis, is a little exhausting and he looks away, breathing out forcefully steady. And adds, after a moment, kind of quiet - something he's only barely mentioned to Aramis on top of it all,] I sometimes think about her coming here. She could rest. She wouldn't have to fight. [...] She could know me.