She doesn’t answer immediately, turned away from him, directing her pained expression elsewhere. There are tears in her eyes that she tries her hardest not to let fall, but the emotional wallop isn’t just the pain of not knowing what her son or daughter might need, but knowing that the reason why is because she never had it. Even now, the consequences of being kidnapped as a baby still have their hold on her.
She’s soldiered through much of that pain, she’s had to. Somehow she’s faced all that life has thrown at her with cheeky grins and flippant innuendoes, but every now and then, that facade can break, and this is a crack that she’s tried to hold together for a long time.
“But it’s true, isn’t it?” she eventually says, her voice soft, barely there. “I don’t know what a childhood is. I was taken from my mother the day I was born.”
She looks towards Methos, her eyes pained. “How can I be a mother when I never had one?”
As soon as she says that, she’s pained for a whole other reason and her hand covers her eyes. She loves Amy, and none of this had been her fault, but her mother had never been a mother, They both knew that, even if they never wanted to address it.
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She’s soldiered through much of that pain, she’s had to. Somehow she’s faced all that life has thrown at her with cheeky grins and flippant innuendoes, but every now and then, that facade can break, and this is a crack that she’s tried to hold together for a long time.
“But it’s true, isn’t it?” she eventually says, her voice soft, barely there. “I don’t know what a childhood is. I was taken from my mother the day I was born.”
She looks towards Methos, her eyes pained. “How can I be a mother when I never had one?”
As soon as she says that, she’s pained for a whole other reason and her hand covers her eyes. She loves Amy, and none of this had been her fault, but her mother had never been a mother, They both knew that, even if they never wanted to address it.