"Oh. Absolutely," he agrees, pleased to find some neutral ground. No landmines here. Everyone would like his mother. He doesn't think the people who killed her even disliked her, just found her where politics, power, and stagnation happened to crash. (This is not exoneration. Losing her to small, pathetic impulses and not a grand, principled act of evil is not better.) "The two of you together could rule the world. But wouldn't, because of the bother."