"Of course, I'm sorry to hear that. I lost my mother too, but I was a little older than you were. Still, even at nine years old, it was a... Terrible loss." Tannow lay his hand gently atop #74's head. "Have you thought more about a name? It would make things easier." Taking his hand back, he stood up and walked a few steps away from the bed, before turning back to address her. "Are you ready to hear what I need you to do? I need you to be strong, as strong as you had to be to survive the fights earlier in your life. I know you have two halves to you, but I need the whole person you are to be confident." He smiled, and it actually seemed genuine. "My friend, obey me and you will be the savior of your people. That must make whatever hardships along the way worthwhile."