If his mother was truly alive then he didn't care if he had to be strapped to a table to see her. He could be bloody and broken and he would still want to see her. She would want to see him too so it couldn't be her, if she was really behind the door she would have come in by now to reassure him that everything was going to be okay. It's what she'd always done and what she told him with her last breath.
Erik? Sind Sie verletzt? Erik closed his eyes and continued to shake his head as if that would help block out her voice. No, he couldn't see her so it wasn't her. It couldn't be but he then he heard the doorknob jiggle and despite himself, Erik opened his eyes with a look of hope. Die Tür ist verschlossen, kann ich nicht in. Sag mir bekommen, Schatz, geht es dir gut?
His heart clenched. Was the masked man telling the truth? Before he could answer his mother, the man told him that she was next.
"No! I will play your game if you leave her alone." Erik leaned forward again with a sense of desperation he hadn't felt since he'd thought his mother had died. "I will do anything," he offered, "please."
Erik, sprechen Sie mich an.
"Mir geht es gut, Mama, mach dir keine Sorgen," he told her without moving his gaze away from the masked man. "What do you want?"
Translate: Erik, are you hurt? The door is locked, I can't get in. Tell me, sweetheart, are you alright? Erik, talk to me. I'm fine, mom, don't worry.