He frowned, and leaned back. "I needed a wizard for research, and your mother was the one at that slave dealer that was the most skilled. I didn't even see her before making the decision, I just needed someone that could preform proper experiments and help me learn how. And while your mother might not think I saw her experiments many times, she would forget that in a domain, the god knows everything about it. She taught me and the stalkers a considerable amount about proper magical procedure.<br/><br/>Honestly, that was what most of your mothers were originally supposed to be, experts that could eventually be allowed to head out on their own paths, before I completed a zero popularity gambit and did a suicide charge into Verdelet's base. I honestly had no intentions of surviving back then. Getting a family was even less intended. Not going to complain, even if my daughter didn't hear the part about anticipation causing higher failure rates in the bonding process to her armor. If I could have asked, I would have, but I think you like having a spine that lacks a ninety degree angle in it."