"I never saw reason to bring it up, after you came back."

To what end? Wrath had been gone for some time then, she'd dealt with it as best she could and put it away in the quiet dark of her mind.

"I didn't intend it. What he came to mean to me. I didn't intend to be responsible for him. But..."

Somehow it had happened. She couldn't even tell Scar when or how, there hadn't been any true defining moment. It had started, at least, that night Wrath had had a nightmare. he'd woken up calling out for his mother, and she'd gone to his bedside without thought.

It had grown from there, slowly.