My mom...died when I was little. I don't remember it, but I was there when it happened. I'd forgotten what she looked like but when I went into the Black Box for training...she was there.

_{[She'd encouraged him, smiled at him, told him to escape-]}

I tried to not let it bother me growing up but now...now that I remember what she looks like it hurts again.

_{[I want my mom, is what he wants to say, but he's too embarrassed and ashamed to say so. Bringing up his Father will just be the same as before - that he's unwanted, worthless.]}