'You seemed happier there' she'd said and he shook his head slowly and held in a scoff. He was happy, that was true, because he hadn't understood when he was younger that the people who came to the circus thought he was wearing a costume, would have been horrified of him if they'd known the truth. When they learned the truth they'd turned on him, tried to hunt him down and kill him, and where was his benevolent watcher for that? Clearly he hadn't been happier then but obviously that was for his own good, too. He clenched his fists and let out a quiet sigh.
"I am thirty-six years old," he said flatly, trying to keep his voice and his emotions in check. Kurt was well past the point in his life when these things mattered so much to him. Unanswered questions didn't plague him anymore, but she was opening Pandora's Box when he'd finally found peace with himself. It was cruelty.
"Please do not speak to me as if I were a child." Or as if I were your child , he though, because that hurts even more . "I do understand, perfectly well. I can't imagine any circumstances under which a mother would want to keep a child like me. Especially a mother so dependent on hiding herself. You don't have to keep feeling sorry for yourself, Fraulein, and you certainly don't have to make excuses to me. I forgive you."