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? یا more? Would I even know the difference? Of course I don't have to tell آپ about monsters. Your life is defined سے طرف کی 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, یا 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, دیا everything that I knew what I was doing and what the end result would برداشت, ریچھ I didn't give it a سیکنڈ thought. I told myself that آپ 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 آپ don't forgive me. Don't forgive any of us for what we did. Ever. I remember everything...everything we did to you, and آپ deserve to know why we did these things. Your training was designed to strip آپ of your humanity. After all, in the eyes of the program, آپ weren't human, آپ were a weapon. A weapon I willingly conceived for them. Our orders were to keep آپ from gaining any sense of self, something they کہا would compromise our ability to control you. We were never to treat آپ 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. آپ would never survive the surgery so چاول was دیا permission to take what ever steps were necessary to activate your x-gene. He chose radiation poisoning. آپ nearly died that day. Unfortunately چاول 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 سے طرف کی 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 پروفائل and couldn't be gotten to. Sutter needed to make a statement and آپ delivered it to the world. I wanted to understand why we were doing this. I told Martin I needed to understand why آپ had to publicly kill an innocent man, his family and so many others. So, he told me. He said: "It's simple. آپ 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, یا taking it over. No, this was about money. A lot of it. Martin sold آپ for a million dollars a pound and as آپ know سے طرف کی now, there were no shortage of buyers. چاول was right. I didn't matter. Not to them. Not to you. Not to anyone. All I could do is watch. While آپ were forced to kill and kill, and kill, and kill. آپ killed royalty. Godfathers. Drug lords. Dictators. Assassins...anyone...everyone...for a price. For three years, آپ murdered without failure. Every target they marked, آپ killed. Every time they set, آپ beat. Every rendezvous point they plotted, آپ reached except one. The one where چاول was waiting for you. When چاول came back from the mission, he told us what happened. He کہا آپ didn't make the rendezvous in time. That he had to abort the mission when the team started taking fire. And that he saw آپ die. I didn't want to believe him. آپ never told me what happened. How آپ survived یا how آپ made your way back. Why didn't آپ tell me? For so long, I held myself above Sutter and Rice. They made آپ 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 سے طرف کی the choices we make, they are what define us, and I chose to bring آپ in to this world. I chose to stay in the program even after they stripped آپ of your humanity and molded آپ in to a weapon. I'm responsible for everything that has happened, for all the pain all the death for everything آپ have suffered, because I had a choice when آپ had none. And I chose to do nothing. I always assumed it was چاول that cut you. He hurt آپ so many times in the past...he almost killed آپ twice. I never wanted to believe it was you. The damage I've done...can I ever forgive myself?. آپ couldn't stop what چاول made آپ do...but somehow آپ 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, آپ are a child. Always remember آپ are not to blame. آپ did not pick this life. We...I forced it upon you. The blood آپ have spilled is on my hand not yours and please understand why I must ask آپ to kill one last time. Because tonight what آپ do is right. Tonight, what آپ serve is justice. Tonight, آپ take back the life we چرا لیا, چوری کی 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 آپ became my victim. But then آپ showed me hope. Not when آپ saved Megan, but when آپ saved Henry. آپ 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, آپ saved my life, all that matter to me now is that I save yours. I wish we could just run away without any مزید blood shed. But if آپ 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 آپ these things. There is so much مزید I want to tell you, and I will but one thing that آپ must always remember no matter what has happened and no matter what may come آپ are a child, not a weapon. آپ are my child. آپ are my daughter, and I love you. I will always love 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.]