"Jasthen, please, you know how I feel about you going out and doing these.. these.." She began some form of gesture with her hands, as if it would help describe the sheer awfulness of the situation. "..Things." The word was drawled, though exhausted and clearly stressed under lack of finding one better.
They looked at each other for some time in silence, though, eventually, there was the awkward break, by the boy. "It keeps people alive, Ma, it keeps the.. thugs and… drug dealers, and rapists - it keeps them off the streets, but you wouldn't know that, would you?" Jasthen spat the words, and as she went to protest against the claim, he added, "You don't know anything, and you haven't known a damn thing since you left Father, he was the only god-forsaken sane one around here, and you let him die - because you couldn't keep to one person!"
She paused, stepped away, and choked out softly, "Now, Jasthen, you know that isn't why.." He promptly interrupted, which merely brought them back to the beginning of the conversation, "You're lying and you damned well know it. I'm leaving, I have work to do." He spun away, snatched the mouth piece up from his hood, and ensured it covered the lower section of his visage. Why, if she weren't positive the man were dead, she'd have mistaken him for the very Father he'd spoken of…
Three hundred only. That was the sum he had made today in the time he'd been gone. It wasn't much, but the deal he'd been offered earlier sounded promising, certainly; Five thousand, for one simple man!
Jasthen's dreams and thoughts of coin were split and broken down the center just short of his counting - and, he felt a little irritated at what he was seeing - in the window, asleep, in some peculiar form of position, sat his mother. The way she held her hands up made her appear as if she'd been praying, though that certainly couldn't have been, as he knew well his mother believed in no such deity.
He sighed, and begrudgingly lingered back inside the household, removing the hood and tossing it aside before moving up behind her. As he went to speak, he'd realized that she must have been there for some very long time, and the poor thing looked frozen, the candle beside her far beyond snuffed out, and whittled right down to the metal. He reached a hand out, and hesitated the moment the glint dangling from her own caught his gaze. "Oh, Ma.." The hand fell to his side, and he dipped his head, gritting his teeth. "..I didn't mean it.."