When she mentions the bit about his mother not loving him enough the image of a frighteningly fierce red haired woman in armor burning down cities with a bloody sword and a rifle flits through his mind, with crows and ravens flying around her like an army leaving a terrible swath of destruction in her wake. A great and wonderful swath of bloody destruction. And then lurking in the back there was the hint of another 'mother' of a powerful female figure dressed in raven's feathers with harsh features but radiating protection. Wings fluttering. Crows cawing.

"Yeah, Or at least help when things go out of control."