Owen couldn't blame her at all. There had been more than a few times that he had wished death on his mother, after everything she had put him through, after all of the control she had tried to have over him and his life. He couldn't blame her about wanting him dead or wanting to be able to prevent death, to reverse it.
"I don't have any right to judge what you did, not the way it started," Owen said, eyes still pinned on the floor. "I probably would have ended up obsessed with it as well."
Probably to a degree worse than she had. He would have had a more specific goal in mind than just being able to cure death in general.
"Less," Owen said, a gruff edge in his voice as he answered her question. "I blamed her, you know. At first. Hated her. It was irrational, but it was someone to focus my anger on."