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*That* shakes their resolve. Banished? Mother would really do that? Zamir freezes as doubt creeps in. Can they even survive without Mother? Is she right? She usually is. Wouldn't it be safer to just go home and forget all this?
-Mother sees the tenacity drain from Zamir's posture. Good. For once, shes happy to see Zamir's subservience winning. Everything would go back to normal. But those hopes are quickly dashed.
+Mother sees the tenacity drain from Zamir's posture. Good. For once, shes happy to see Zamir's subservience winning. Everything would go back to normal.
-There was no going back. Zamir couldn't just ignore the emptiness now that they knew it was there. Was a life of constant denial even worth living? This is the *one thing* Zamir has ever felt passionate about—felt *anything* about really, were they going to squander it?
+But Zamir couldn't just ignore the emptiness now that they knew it was there. Was a life of constant denial even worth living? This is the *one thing* Zamir has ever felt passionate about—felt *anything* about really, are they going to squander it? No. There is no going back.
"Okay then." Zamir says, unable to keep their voice from shaking.
-Mother recoils in shock. She didn't think this confrontation could be the last time she'd see her child. "Listen to reason. You won't survive out there, they hate us. You are powerless without me. We can fix you. Everything will be okay."
+Mother recoils in horror. She didn't think this confrontation could be the last time she'd ever see her child. "Listen to reason. You won't survive out there, they hate us. You are powerless without me. We will fix you. You will learn to bury it. Everything will be okay."
Something clicks in Zamir's brain as they watch Mother's final plea. They hiss in disgust. "I will wield this power instead of living in denial. Goodbye, Mother."