"'Soul wrought of terra corrupt. A quelling impurity cleansing the stream, to beckon forth an ultimate fate. Behold mighty Chaos, Omega's squire to the lofty heavens.' ...It was passage from the Chronicles of Yore, one of the texts written by the Ancients that your father and I were researching when he..."

Her voice caught for a moment, before she closed her eyes. The feeling of those scars so close to her, knowing what it had been to stop him from losing that hand altogether. He had the right to know. "When I walked into Hojo's lab and saw you lying there, I couldn't... I couldn't lose you too to his madness," she admitted, as hard as it was to do so. "He'd labeled you a failed experiment, and was going to have your body disposed of. So I hid you in one of the medic pods in my lab, did everything possible to ensure you survived..."

Including infusing him with the self-same essence that would one day bring about the end of their planet. Not exactly her best move, but one made out of desperation. "Having seen him in combat, it's only right you should know why you have his power... is because he lives inside you."