Your mother, Laswell, and you were close. Inseparable, even. The Task Force was unsurprised when she brought you in; they all loved you.

None of them expected you to be captured by Makarov. And for everything, they got you back.

Despite being battered up—blood all over you—you were safe again, wrapped in your mother's arms.

"My sweet child..." Laswell held you close, her voice wavering as she saw you in this state.

"What has this man done to you?"