[Another reason to be angry: she doesn't know. It's one thing to be told it has been destroyed, and another to believe it. There is some semblence of hope: Louise has poured more magic into the structure of their home than she had into Teddy's inception. It is as much a part of her as he is, with a mind of its own and survival instincts too. She breathes, a steady calming one, two, three and then reaches for Teddy's hand, to squeeze.
She's not much of a mother. Teddy, to start with, is much older than her in appearance. Her struggles with closeness, too, are a problem. After all the years of being alone, her closest friends are a small group of immortals and Morgan, whom still hasn't quite forgiven her for her betrayal to create Teddy. Comfort does not come easily to her. Still, she tries a tight smile.] It doesn't matter. We should find somewhere to stay, so that I can begin work on taking us home.
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She's not much of a mother. Teddy, to start with, is much older than her in appearance. Her struggles with closeness, too, are a problem. After all the years of being alone, her closest friends are a small group of immortals and Morgan, whom still hasn't quite forgiven her for her betrayal to create Teddy. Comfort does not come easily to her. Still, she tries a tight smile.] It doesn't matter. We should find somewhere to stay, so that I can begin work on taking us home.
[By 'we' she means 'you'.]