[Billy sets free a short bark of humourless, borderline-bitter laughter.]

I want my life to stop being such a freaking mess, is what I really want.

[...But... okay, that's not a real answer. And it's certainly a valid question.]

...I don't know. I know what I did want... I wanted to meet her, talk with her, find out if she, you know, wants me. Before I got here I didn't even know for sure that she is my real mom. And now that I've got answers, I have no idea what to do with them, because yeah, she's the same person, but at the same time she's not. She's not my mom.

[He's not sure that's a real answer either, but right now it's the best he's got.]