she would rather a SWORD be shoved through her belly and
   TWISTED than hear those words come out of her son’s mouth. 

    she knows of her son and daughter’s RELATIONSHIP ;  how
    could she NOT ?  she’s always known, since they were caught
    together as mere CHILDREN. she knows all of it, to every extent,
    and yet … she can not find it in herself to be disgusted, or to confront
    them about it. they love each other. there is nothing she can do to
    stop it, nor change it. ( they are two sides of the same coin. )

    “ my son —————- “ 

     breath catches before she can dare to speak more, and she must attempt
     to compose herself before she can DARE try and explain.

                      it doesn’t work. she begins to CRY instead. 

     she yearns to reach for him, to take his hand in hers, but will he accept it ?
     will he ALLOW HER to touch him, after the damage she’s done ? she can’t
     be sure ;  her arms hang limp and helpless at her sides instead.

    “ my son, you must understand —- all i did, i did in hopes to keep you and
       your sister safe. it wasn’t an easy thing to do, love, i promise you. it ——
       it was one of the hardest decisions i’ve ever had to make. please, i swear
       to you …… it was never been my intention to hurt you. either of you. i just
       wanted the best for you in this world, only the very best. i am so, so SORRY. “