He didn't think that he had ever had a handler in another weapon before, but it made sense that she would know him best and utilize him well enough. She was one of the only people who had given him a name so freely after all, and that was clearly some kind of odd trust that happened between weapons molded from a similar material. That was good; he relaxed along his shoulders in knowing that she had to admit they were similar.

"It sounds more than similar," he murmured softly though he made no fuss over her apparent refusal to completely acknowledge it. "I remember something... someone said the illusion of freedom is best done by the idea someone has choices." He tilted his head a little. "I don't remember who said it though." Like so many things, he grasped small glimpses and nothing more.

"And yet you'll have to leave me on another mission again soon, won't you?"