“I think my mother would come up with just about any cure that has the potential to make her company millions.  I’m sure in her mind it would not just be hose that want to be cured, but also those who are menaces, like you say.  The cure could be apart of their rehabilitation or something.”  Kore offered as means of an explanation, but she was not sure if that was her mother’s only motivation.  The files she had discovered tied the entire experiment into some kind of illness Kore had as a child, but she had found no evidence about what the exact ailment was.  It had all been deleted or redacted.<br/><br/>“Nothing wrong with being a little pensive...” She shrugged her shoulders.<br/><br/>“I was sick as a child, the scars are what’s left over of that.  My mother has them either covered in make up or digitally altered in most pictures.  I would bet most people think I’m perfect, outside of the compound.”  She lifted a hand and touched her face.  There were times the scars ached, but it was rare and usually when she was stressed out or worried.  It felt a bit strange to explain this sort of thing to a stranger, but he had been willing to share his malady with her.<br/><br/>“My mother kept me isolated and she was not telling me the truth about everything.”  She looked off, away from him.  “I think she has good intentions, but she kept me separate from most of the people at the labs.  I’d get an assistant, become friends with them, and they’d be quickly reassigned.  I needed...I needed to spread my wings. A prison is still a prison, even if it’s got expensive decorations...”