[ upon hearing her response, daylight visibly sags in relief and lets his helm hang low for a couple of seconds. it does give him some bit of comfort. not a lot but it helps him vent easier, knowing his mom wasn't like that. daylight doesn't think his spark could take any more surprises or revelations like that.

and though day does notice the something more in madam lutece's voice, he has a feeling bringing it up wouldn't be the best thing. ]

So what do you think happens now? [ finally, he reaches out to take the opal, careful to not touch it as he carefully inspected it. ] I can't confront her or my auntie and uncle. They're all dead at this point. [ he winces, hating the fact he needs to use that word and hating the way it's gotten easier to think of them as that now. ] It's not like I can open a book or datapad to read their thoughts and reasoning for... for... you know...

[ he makes a vague gesture with the opal, to its memories it contained. ]