Della saw fragments of my younger years. Can't really call it a childhood. The abandonment, and the strict upbringing later. How I tried and often failed to be a real family for Mokuba.

[ He pauses to regroup, seeming to be gathering his will for something. ]

She gave me advice as a mother, and I realized...

[ Driven mad by what Della has shown him, he'll just...surprise Eva now with an awkward hug. ]

Thanks.