How does your mother feel about that?” “She’s dead,” Aris said. “I’m aware. But she’s also present in every command you have ever obeyed and every command you have ever given. The dead do not leave, Dr. Thorne. They are merely promoted to a higher level of command. Your mother commands you still, even after the cut, because love is not a thread that can be severed by obsidian. Love is the loom on which all threads are woven. You have cut her command from your self, but you have not cut her from your heart.
