[She has no answer to that. But if he must turn to his mother, expecting her to supply the answers to his every obstacle, then he is not the man she thought he was. Every king needs a queen, but he should not rely on her. That, especially to the keen and sharp eyes of their enemies, would be an unforgivable sign of weakness.]
You'll have to find that out on your own.
[She replies, firmly, but simply stating the end to this line of conversation. Throwing accusations around, sounding so rude to his own flesh and blood—a lesser woman would not forgive him, but she does. She understands him better than anyone else, and certainly better than himself in this state, addled by drink and drug and grief.
She straightens from her crouch, leaning just slightly over to press her lips flatly against his cheek. She is a loving mother, a patient mother, and he will see her way, soon enough.]
If you don't want to see your friends now, you can at least come stay with me for a while.
[She says, tender and sweet. Friends meaning the disgraced sheriff and irritable old men, who dare to strike her son until his face is bloody, old and ancient remnants of his father's glory days. They think that if he will not lead them, then Jimmy is nothing but a hollow idol upon their pedestal.
How very, very wrong they will learn they are.
All of the bootleggers and scum and sharp-tongued gangsters from Chicago to New York could not stop her Jimmy. Victory is in his blood, just as is leadership and cunning, and most of all, his will to survive. He will claw his way to the top, and wear the crown he is meant to have, even if it means she must dirty her hands for him.]
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You'll have to find that out on your own.
[She replies, firmly, but simply stating the end to this line of conversation. Throwing accusations around, sounding so rude to his own flesh and blood—a lesser woman would not forgive him, but she does. She understands him better than anyone else, and certainly better than himself in this state, addled by drink and drug and grief.
She straightens from her crouch, leaning just slightly over to press her lips flatly against his cheek. She is a loving mother, a patient mother, and he will see her way, soon enough.]
If you don't want to see your friends now, you can at least come stay with me for a while.
[She says, tender and sweet. Friends meaning the disgraced sheriff and irritable old men, who dare to strike her son until his face is bloody, old and ancient remnants of his father's glory days. They think that if he will not lead them, then Jimmy is nothing but a hollow idol upon their pedestal.
How very, very wrong they will learn they are.
All of the bootleggers and scum and sharp-tongued gangsters from Chicago to New York could not stop her Jimmy. Victory is in his blood, just as is leadership and cunning, and most of all, his will to survive. He will claw his way to the top, and wear the crown he is meant to have, even if it means she must dirty her hands for him.]