"You couldn't stop what Rice made you do... but somehow you managed to save Henry and to tell me the truth, which means there is hope. You showed me we failed. You are not a weapon. Always remember you are not to blame. We... I forced it upon you. [...] 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 you these things. There is so much more I want to tell you, and I will, but one thing you must always remember. No matter what has happened and no matter what may come, you are a child, not a weapon. You are my child. You are my daughter and I love you. I will always love you, Laura."
— Sarah Kinney's last letter to X-23/Laura, X-23: Innocence Lost
"Virstania scarcely concerned herself with the spiritual burdens of vampirism: instead, she blossomed again, excited to finally enjoy the approbation of a fellow magus. She put her hybridization techniques to the test, and in 1121, helped Goratrix to create the first Gargoyles. She bathed them in the same unwavering love she'd given to her freakish constructs back in Cephesis; they responded to her as baby chicks to their mother, and their filial instincts made them easy to control."
— Vampire: The Dark Ages — House Of Tremere
"We have already met. Do you remember? You were very young. The asylum said you were ill, but I knew you just had too many good things crammed into one package. I took you to my lab. I made it so you would never be alone again. Do you remember, my posy? You met your sisters, face to face, for the first time. Do you remember, my little sand shark?
And I let you out into the world to make your own way and become the works of art you were always meant to be. I watched. I waited. You have made me so very proud."
And I let you out into the world to make your own way and become the works of art you were always meant to be. I watched. I waited. You have made me so very proud."
— Lilith, The Secret World
"Hello, my children. How are you all tonight? Good, good. Little Munon, you're looking well. Yes, I know, I know... it can't be easy adapting to water-breathing, and I suspect the gills are still quite tender, but you're doing so well. Ah, Festus. I see you are much better after the surgery. You've noticed the satchel, have you? What has your provider, your father, brought for you tonight, hmm? Here you go, a couple of fresh twitch-rats liberated from the morgue. Good, that's it, that's it. You need to grow up big and strong. Oh, I'm so very proud of you all, my sweet, sweet children. Now rest. Tomorrow will be a brighter day for us all. Goodnight, and sleep well. Sleep well..."
— Davros, Big Finish Doctor Who: I, Davros — Guilt
