The first time someone asked her why she carried and illegal Taser her shoulders snap back, spine ramrod straight, defiance in her eyes and the bite of her words sharper than any knife. Yet the response she got felt like a sucker-punch to the sternum, knocking every last breath out leaving disbelief behind in its hollowed space. They believed it was something loving and tinged with worry – but they were wrong, oh so painfully wrong! How could they not see, how could her façade be that true to hide all the disgust, the loathing, the hatred? "Because of my Mother" never felt more like swallowing glass – and every time someone (different) asked, the answer though varied in words still rang with the fundamental reason, was deeply tinged with disgust and the snap at the end of Mother was strong enough for even the most hardened of warriors flinching – even if they don't (really) understand why.