He holds her hands tightly as he can, looking at her with a worried look. "He can't take it away again. He's dead. More so than I was. And even if he wasn't, we wouldn't want you to go back to being under his thumb. There has to be a way to make it so you don't have to follow his command."

There had to be a way. Peter might know something. Hell, there were enough smart people here that it can't all be that bad. Right? He hated to say it this way but, maybe there is someone who can reprogram her to not give a shit about the old man.

"You seemed so happy before this, Mom."