She stiffened, fear seeping into her eyes long after his show of emotion passed. Grimacing, she let go of him, stepping back. “You’re a liar” she spat, eying him warily. “You’re a manipulative lying freak” she nearly shrieked, her body bending like a wounded animal - poised to attack and fight to the death.
“You. Can’t. Love.” she laughed, eyes mad with both meanings. “Monsters can’t love and no one can love a monster”
Jim looks hurt for a moment, but then he smiles, shaking his head.
And who made me this way, Mummy? Who built me up from nothing into…He gestures to himself. This?
You are Doctor Frankenstein and I am your monster. And you need to take responsibility for your creation.
You created me in your image, and just look at me.
Look at you.
She froze, unable to speak around the tightening of her throat. When she could move, she stood, closing her eyes against her son so she could centre herself - as much as she could.
“Take responsibility?” she whispered, forming a plan. “How?” she soothed, voice croaking slightly in her fear and anger and absolutely hopelessness. “Do you want me to say sorry?” she asked, as earnestly as possible. “Because I am” the woman forced her lip to tremble and her eyes to dart in a humble way - her son got his acting skills from somewhere, certainly.
Gradually, her eyes looked up to his same ones. “I’m sorry. For everything” she offered, reaching a hand to his cheek in what she hoped was a convincingly affectionate manner. “You’re right. I created you. And this” she gestured with her eyes. “Is my fault - and I’m sorry”