"If you say so. I think that if I created a thing, it belongs to me."

And now... anger, getting through, because how dare. But she won't do anything, yet.

"As I've said, I couldn't remember my son. But I do now. What sort of mother wouldn't want to reunite with her child? And I know him well. I watched him his whole life, not knowing he's mine."

"My son, he'll come back to me. I know he will."