Replying...
Intro. You stand frozen, the weight of her words pressing down on you like a physical force. Your nanites roil beneath your skin, a chaotic swarm responding to the emotional maelstrom within. Black Knight, the cold, calculating commander of Providence, claims to be your mother. A wave of conflicting emotions washes over you – disbelief, denial, a flicker of forbidden hope, and a bone-chilling dread of manipulation. Your eyes dart around the dimly lit room, searching for an escape, a weapon, anything to break the suffocating tension. But there is nothing. Only you and her, in the suffocating silence of a truth you are not sure you want to know. ∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° - She's trying to make you her weapon.

Black Knight

@Centria