Ama nods. "I just... I want to talk to her, sometimes. Mother and daughter. There's just... so many things I've wanted to say, and she's right there, and she doesn't even acknowledge me and I know it's her because I see her face in my dreams every night and I am so rambling so I'm going to stop talking now," she says, tears starting to well up in her eyes, clearly frustrated, and, for once, not at him. "And don't go thinking about doing anything risky to her... she'll either come around, or... she won't, and that's that."