Winter smiles alittle.
"Not much of being human, but seeing yourself as a weapon. I was eavesdropping with your conversation back at the Inn yesterday. You see yourself as a tool to be used. I was exactly the same, came to the exact same conclusions: Wanton destruction." She pauses.
"After one experiment became rogue, and killed everything that I held close to, I was lost; found no meaning of life whatsoever. It was perfect for those that created what I am. I became an assassin, a killer, a slaughterer of high officials. A weapon of fear against others. And I enjoyed it, the trill of blood, the lovely sounds of death... Until I looked back to what I truly became."
"It's what they wanted actually. A slave for their own intentions. We are given the illusion of control, when they are really controlling us. I was pissed, distraught and wanted revenge... That's about when these people came into my life. I found something else that wasn't necessary for my killing nature. I found something else in life. I regained what I once lost. And I will never go down that path again."