In 'Innocence lost' X-23 got a letter from her mother. These are the contents:
Please forgive me. Even as I write the words, they ring so hollow. My mistakes… No, my choices… They cannot be undone, much less forgiven. How all this came to pass… and the truth about Weapon X. Had it ended there, would I be less a monster? au more? Would I even know the difference? Of course I don't have to tell wewe about monsters. Your life is defined kwa monsters. Replicating the mutant genome proved difficult but rebuilding Weapon X seemed all but impossible. For every enzyme, for every codon, for every sequence we repaired, au even built back from near nothingness, we seemed to be missing a million more. But I felt alive, the work, the failure, the challenge. It was like a brilliant light, shining inside of me. I felt like my life had a propose. What a fool I was. I was defiant in the face of my failures. I was determined to succeed out of spite. Weeks passed. I was working on two projects, living two lives. I was used to that. I had kept secrets before. It seems so incredible to me now, that in all that time, aliyopewa everything that I knew what I was doing and what the end result would kubeba I didn't give it a sekunde thought. I told myself that wewe weren't real. I told myself that this was science not life. I was creating a weapon, not a child. I was wrong. When I was little I always believed that everything that happened to me -- I deserved it. That we all get what we deserve. Maybe I was right. No longer the experimenter, I was now part of the experiment. A vessel to be poked and proded. To be violated. They certainly didn't care about me...not with a weapon to train. A team of physicians, psychologists, nutritionists, and military strategists now ran my life. They watched my every move, but they didn't see everything. I asked for forgiveness before. Now I'm telling wewe don't forgive me. Don't forgive any of us for what we did. Ever. I remember everything...everything we did to you, and wewe deserve to know why we did these things. Your training was designed to strip wewe of your humanity. After all, in the eyes of the program, wewe weren't human, wewe were a weapon. A weapon I willingly conceived for them. Our orders were to keep wewe from gaining any sense of self, something they alisema would compromise our ability to control you. We were never to treat wewe as a child, only as a weapon, but not everyone followed those orders, for that I'm grateful. Sutter wanted to complete your construction, but that wasn't possible while your healing factor was dormant. wewe would never survive the surgery so mchele was aliyopewa permission to take what ever steps were necessary to activate your x-gene. He chose radiation poisoning. wewe nearly died that day. Unfortunately mchele was right. The radiation worked. Now nothing stood in their way, especially me. I only found out later what happened, that your claws were extracted one kwa one, that he sharpened and then coated them with the indestructible metal, adamantium, outside of our body, it was never supposed to be like that. So much wasn't. I should have known what was coming, not that I could have prevented it, but I would have tried. I'm sorry, so sorry. When it was time for your first field test the target was chosen with the flip of a coin. Who it was didn't matter. As long as the target was high profaili and couldn't be gotten to. Sutter needed to make a statement and wewe delivered it to the world. I wanted to understand why we were doing this. I told Martin I needed to understand why wewe had to publicly kill an innocent man, his family and so many others. So, he told me. He said: "It's simple. wewe can't sell anything without advertising." That's what this was all about. The buying and selling of lives for profit. Not saving the world, au taking it over. No, this was about money. A lot of it. Martin sold wewe for a million dollars a pound and as wewe know kwa now, there were no shortage of buyers. mchele was right. I didn't matter. Not to them. Not to you. Not to anyone. All I could do is watch. While wewe were forced to kill and kill, and kill, and kill. wewe killed royalty. Godfathers. Drug lords. Dictators. Assassins...anyone...everyone...for a price. For three years, wewe murdered without failure. Every target they marked, wewe killed. Every time they set, wewe beat. Every rendezvous point they plotted, wewe reached except one. The one where mchele was waiting for you. When mchele came back from the mission, he told us what happened. He alisema wewe didn't make the rendezvous in time. That he had to abort the mission when the team started taking fire. And that he saw wewe die. I didn't want to believe him. wewe never told me what happened. How wewe survived au how wewe made your way back. Why didn't wewe tell me? For so long, I held myself above Sutter and Rice. They made wewe a killer. They were the ones using you. But all it took was one phone call to open my eyes and see I was just like them. They say in life that we are judged kwa the choices we make, they are what define us, and I chose to bring wewe in to this world. I chose to stay in the program even after they stripped wewe of your humanity and molded wewe in to a weapon. I'm responsible for everything that has happened, for all the pain all the death for everything wewe have suffered, because I had a choice when wewe had none. And I chose to do nothing. I always assumed it was mchele that cut you. He hurt wewe so many times in the past...he almost killed wewe twice. I never wanted to believe it was you. The damage I've done...can I ever forgive myself?. wewe couldn't stop what mchele made wewe do...but somehow wewe managed to save Henry and tell me the truth witch means there is hope...you showed me we've failed...you are not a weapon, wewe are a child. Always remember wewe are not to blame. wewe did not pick this life. We...I forced it upon you. The blood wewe have spilled is on my hand not yours and please understand why I must ask wewe to kill one last time. Because tonight what wewe do is right. Tonight, what wewe serve is justice. Tonight, wewe take back the life we aliiba from you. I never wanted a family. My father stripped me of that desire. He took my childhood, my innocence, my life. And then I took yours. I became what I hated and feared most and wewe became my victim. But then wewe showed me hope. Not when wewe saved Megan, but when wewe saved Henry. wewe showed me that we can chose to be something other than what we are forced to be that we can be something better than we believe we are. And, in that moment, wewe saved my life, all that matter to me now is that I save yours. I wish we could just run away without any zaidi blood shed. But if wewe don't stop them they will never stop. They will do it again. They've already started. After tonight, we'll just keep moving and never look back. We'll start a new life, have a future, be a family. I'm sorry I waited so long to tell wewe these things. There is so much zaidi I want to tell you, and I will but one thing that wewe must always remember no matter what has happened and no matter what may come wewe are a child, not a weapon. wewe are my child. wewe are my daughter, and I upendo you. I will always upendo you, Laura.
Your Mother Sarah
[this was copied from Marvel.wikia. I did not sit down with a comic and write this down like I've been known to do. I don't have any comics past 2001, and that's just the one comic from Ultimate. Yes, I know it's hard to read because of no separate paragraphs, but that's the way they had it.]
Please forgive me. Even as I write the words, they ring so hollow. My mistakes… No, my choices… They cannot be undone, much less forgiven. How all this came to pass… and the truth about Weapon X. Had it ended there, would I be less a monster? au more? Would I even know the difference? Of course I don't have to tell wewe about monsters. Your life is defined kwa monsters. Replicating the mutant genome proved difficult but rebuilding Weapon X seemed all but impossible. For every enzyme, for every codon, for every sequence we repaired, au even built back from near nothingness, we seemed to be missing a million more. But I felt alive, the work, the failure, the challenge. It was like a brilliant light, shining inside of me. I felt like my life had a propose. What a fool I was. I was defiant in the face of my failures. I was determined to succeed out of spite. Weeks passed. I was working on two projects, living two lives. I was used to that. I had kept secrets before. It seems so incredible to me now, that in all that time, aliyopewa everything that I knew what I was doing and what the end result would kubeba I didn't give it a sekunde thought. I told myself that wewe weren't real. I told myself that this was science not life. I was creating a weapon, not a child. I was wrong. When I was little I always believed that everything that happened to me -- I deserved it. That we all get what we deserve. Maybe I was right. No longer the experimenter, I was now part of the experiment. A vessel to be poked and proded. To be violated. They certainly didn't care about me...not with a weapon to train. A team of physicians, psychologists, nutritionists, and military strategists now ran my life. They watched my every move, but they didn't see everything. I asked for forgiveness before. Now I'm telling wewe don't forgive me. Don't forgive any of us for what we did. Ever. I remember everything...everything we did to you, and wewe deserve to know why we did these things. Your training was designed to strip wewe of your humanity. After all, in the eyes of the program, wewe weren't human, wewe were a weapon. A weapon I willingly conceived for them. Our orders were to keep wewe from gaining any sense of self, something they alisema would compromise our ability to control you. We were never to treat wewe as a child, only as a weapon, but not everyone followed those orders, for that I'm grateful. Sutter wanted to complete your construction, but that wasn't possible while your healing factor was dormant. wewe would never survive the surgery so mchele was aliyopewa permission to take what ever steps were necessary to activate your x-gene. He chose radiation poisoning. wewe nearly died that day. Unfortunately mchele was right. The radiation worked. Now nothing stood in their way, especially me. I only found out later what happened, that your claws were extracted one kwa one, that he sharpened and then coated them with the indestructible metal, adamantium, outside of our body, it was never supposed to be like that. So much wasn't. I should have known what was coming, not that I could have prevented it, but I would have tried. I'm sorry, so sorry. When it was time for your first field test the target was chosen with the flip of a coin. Who it was didn't matter. As long as the target was high profaili and couldn't be gotten to. Sutter needed to make a statement and wewe delivered it to the world. I wanted to understand why we were doing this. I told Martin I needed to understand why wewe had to publicly kill an innocent man, his family and so many others. So, he told me. He said: "It's simple. wewe can't sell anything without advertising." That's what this was all about. The buying and selling of lives for profit. Not saving the world, au taking it over. No, this was about money. A lot of it. Martin sold wewe for a million dollars a pound and as wewe know kwa now, there were no shortage of buyers. mchele was right. I didn't matter. Not to them. Not to you. Not to anyone. All I could do is watch. While wewe were forced to kill and kill, and kill, and kill. wewe killed royalty. Godfathers. Drug lords. Dictators. Assassins...anyone...everyone...for a price. For three years, wewe murdered without failure. Every target they marked, wewe killed. Every time they set, wewe beat. Every rendezvous point they plotted, wewe reached except one. The one where mchele was waiting for you. When mchele came back from the mission, he told us what happened. He alisema wewe didn't make the rendezvous in time. That he had to abort the mission when the team started taking fire. And that he saw wewe die. I didn't want to believe him. wewe never told me what happened. How wewe survived au how wewe made your way back. Why didn't wewe tell me? For so long, I held myself above Sutter and Rice. They made wewe a killer. They were the ones using you. But all it took was one phone call to open my eyes and see I was just like them. They say in life that we are judged kwa the choices we make, they are what define us, and I chose to bring wewe in to this world. I chose to stay in the program even after they stripped wewe of your humanity and molded wewe in to a weapon. I'm responsible for everything that has happened, for all the pain all the death for everything wewe have suffered, because I had a choice when wewe had none. And I chose to do nothing. I always assumed it was mchele that cut you. He hurt wewe so many times in the past...he almost killed wewe twice. I never wanted to believe it was you. The damage I've done...can I ever forgive myself?. wewe couldn't stop what mchele made wewe do...but somehow wewe managed to save Henry and tell me the truth witch means there is hope...you showed me we've failed...you are not a weapon, wewe are a child. Always remember wewe are not to blame. wewe did not pick this life. We...I forced it upon you. The blood wewe have spilled is on my hand not yours and please understand why I must ask wewe to kill one last time. Because tonight what wewe do is right. Tonight, what wewe serve is justice. Tonight, wewe take back the life we aliiba from you. I never wanted a family. My father stripped me of that desire. He took my childhood, my innocence, my life. And then I took yours. I became what I hated and feared most and wewe became my victim. But then wewe showed me hope. Not when wewe saved Megan, but when wewe saved Henry. wewe showed me that we can chose to be something other than what we are forced to be that we can be something better than we believe we are. And, in that moment, wewe saved my life, all that matter to me now is that I save yours. I wish we could just run away without any zaidi blood shed. But if wewe don't stop them they will never stop. They will do it again. They've already started. After tonight, we'll just keep moving and never look back. We'll start a new life, have a future, be a family. I'm sorry I waited so long to tell wewe these things. There is so much zaidi I want to tell you, and I will but one thing that wewe must always remember no matter what has happened and no matter what may come wewe are a child, not a weapon. wewe are my child. wewe are my daughter, and I upendo you. I will always upendo you, Laura.
Your Mother Sarah
[this was copied from Marvel.wikia. I did not sit down with a comic and write this down like I've been known to do. I don't have any comics past 2001, and that's just the one comic from Ultimate. Yes, I know it's hard to read because of no separate paragraphs, but that's the way they had it.]